Cupuacu And Cacao Butter Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

ain't no hammers cocked here
leave that to them killers
i rather beat and bang in Harmony
strings tuned ways like my acoustics use to be
none be the same
string break then I'm giving up the guitar to a local youth
like my two other upright pianos i use to own minus the last one so far
now I'm on custom made now
keys done in
tiger's eye stone
sapphire
of an upright and baby grand
the number of keys depends
depends on the tunes
tunes against the stars
of which how distant they are
from one another
oh yeah?
no nevermind that don't even bother
i don't think like modern day thinkers who nonindigenous and irrelevant plus eye-veiled
i follow in the paved way of my Ancestors which is scholarly obvious
academically undying
like that idea of being the founder of the
Literary Academic Metaphysical Parliament
which redo criminal laws into evolutionary solutions
publish to ourselves and have the youth be educated to the maximum on philosophy on the move
like a supernova orbiting in its own galaxy magnetically drawing suns and moons away from other planets will be the realer
while the obsolete sleep forever claiming to be the world's notorious hunting killer....