if nothing
is written for,
nothing can be read.
if nothing
is spoken:
that which needs to speak
is never heard or said.
what if...
yesterday was never born,
and today ain't
what tomorrow needs hope for.
what if...
life's hand intentionally hid lies,
so that one's eyes
would need the mind,
to find
and see, what's true to heart.
what if...
it was known, that the FBI
“finds†my poems interesting;
since I wrote the undeletable truth,
that blue-eyed white American dragons:
got busine$$ contracts & Iraqi oil,
while some American soldiers
during the Gulf wars;
got transported home in 'body-bags.'
what if...
I changed the subject
and explain how it is-
to be a NiGGA
on a ghetto reservation;
and know
that this segregated
piece of ground,
may be my only hope.
what if...
black-on-black crime
paid for its own prisons;
and I sentenced myself
to be rehabilitated to use
my mind, to keep crime out.
what if...
'man' lost himself in a crowded bank,
where the congregation,
could not “redeem†the soul
of a blackpreacher'$ church,
because the banker$ were either
Korean, Indian or Jewi$h
grocery store owner$.
what if...
I just wanted to be... me
and the color of my lottery ticket,
was all the integrity, of 'affirmative action, '
and liquor $$$ I ever needed.
what if... what if... what if...
I/was/not/really/who/I/said/I was,
and I found my life,
extremely clever and well informed:
and yours, just a goddamn lie! ! !
what if...
life never had a chance to see;
and became blind,
to all the
special people… with
MINDS LIKE EINSTEIN.
what if...
this poem never had
strange thoughts of its own,
and loaned your senses
a breath of fresh air,
that your psychiatrist
explained to you,
should actually be medicated.
what if...
poems were homosexually written;
and paid, to stay lesbian quiet,
so that racism, bigotry
and same sex marriage,
could go unnoticed.
what if...
this poem was ordained
to preach sermons;
until you felt the experience
and anointing power of JESUS,
but...
your attorney's spiritual salvation
needed the Judge'$ financial approval.
what if...
man's interpretation
of the bible;
from Genesis to Revelations
was incorrect,
and God gave us another chance,
to cleanse our imperfections,
because he heard
what heretics saw as prophesy.
what if...
I told you,
that while you were dreaming;
my voice attempted to scream
& shout my 'point of view'
into your sleep
until, your eyes touched this poem,
because, I needed you to know
that life itself...
doesn't have to be a cruel piece of fate.
what if...
I explained,
I/really/really/needed/you/to/understand,
that these words doesn't kill…
the wrong man or kick
the wrong dog.
what if...
I retold,
what my sorrows already
knows about pain,
when grief lays down to fornicate,
inside my beautiful mind
and what is “born, †is written;
to give birth ugly.
what if...
nothing in life
was racially flavored,
and ended where the question of...
the 'mental health' of these words;
began to answer.
what if... what if... what if...
after your curiosity has read this poem,
(like I personally give a f##k)
YOUR MIND IS NOT THE SAME? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem