OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Q.B.
	
    
  
       
      Reboot       Reboot 
  
Since the inception of the fallible and corrupt disciplines to inculcate a subservient class of peoples, 
Psychological tyranny has been in existence, secreted in feigned bastions of education 
Even reaching its tentacles into the sanctum, with its glorified spires and steeples   
Feeding the masses its consumerism rhetoric, numbing the senses of most creation 
  
Placing constraints on your mind, experimenting with the equilibrium of natural cause and effect 
While media spins webs of deceit, government sanctioned cognizance manipulation 
Action and reaction, unseen forces move sheeple to and fro like mindless marionettes 
Woven intricacies of intellectual manacles, consigning the spirit to incapacitation 
  
Breaking free from such thinking is a formidable mission, one not to be taken nonchalantly 
Those indoctrinated into the set ways of society will ...  | 
  
  
  
       
      Overcome       We shall overcome someday 
The negro chant and pray 
On bended knee, head bowed 
Pain traced across each brow 
  
Head bowed not daring to look up 
For massa’s work needs be done 
Shining, polishing, cleaning 
Passing this tool to our son 
  
Contemptible old fool 
Not even aware 
You are ol’ massa’s tool 
Check yourself, if you dare 
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      Gone       Where were you when I needed a friend? 
When the times got hard near the bitter end 
Where were you when the times got tough? 
When the pathway to happiness went from smooth to rough 
Where were you when the skies turned gray? 
The tears began to fall, my heart began to ache 
Where were you when my world come tumbling down? 
When no light shone through, all smiles turned to frowns 
Where were you when I would just sit and pray? 
Maybe God would hear me soon and end this pain 
I gave you my all and that was not enough 
You ran over my heart like a bug hit by a truck 
And now I must move on, gather my tattered life, mend my heart, stand tall, and be strong 
Perhaps one day as you sit alone, you can ponder these things… 
Where am I, Where have I gone? 
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      what do we need       An enchanted whisper spoken by an angelic siren of love 
Summoning ones heart to take heed 
Do not allow this feeling to wane 
Many inner conflicts and battles are warred, 
Most fragile as a small dove 
Turmoil amidst rationale and fleeting 
Dreams, enough to drive one insane 
Happiness…each has their own 
Definition of the word, none quite sure 
Riches, fame, security, wisdom, all of 
These fall within the parameters 
Loneliness, depression, ignorance, of these maladies 
Scientist has no cure 
The greatest enigma of all is love… 
Without it life is merely a pilgrimage into obliteration 
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      Night       Night 
The period in which darkness prevails over light 
No shadows are seen; creeping animals scurry along in search of 
A hiding place from the predators, hungry for the blood of their prey 
The bounty of their spoils are ill gotten, the reason for their pillage, soon forgotten 
Kill or be killed is their creed 
Reason for motivation is pure greed 
They feel invisible, as if no one sees 
God sees. The reward for their deeds…An eternity of 
Night 
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      Reflections       Reflections 
Images mirrored by the faces of mankind. 
The many wrinkles that line the eyes of the woman 
Working hard to feed the family her husband left behind 
His face gruesomely twisted by the heat and pain 
Muscles aching; sweat pouring, blood dripping from his hands. 
Driving himself to an early grave, nothing left to show his gain. 
The grey hair that winds through the lovely braids 
Of the grandmother, worrying and crying as she watches 
Her grandson, the once straight “A” student, gently being laid 
“To rest,” these words describe it best. For in life each waking 
moment was used to study, work, playing ball, trying to get paid. 
Ending so suddenly when someone viciously requested his jacket 
In the blink of an eye, these plans he had been making 
Are only mere thought, memory…Reflections. 
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      Carousel       On this carousel that we dolefully call life 
Each of have different meanings, lessons and strife 
Most have the ambition to reach for the brass ring 
Accumulating many riches, abundant power and trivial things 
Others are content with just enjoying the sights, music and ride 
Blissfully buoyant in the mere ups and downs continual rounds of life 
Yet still others wish this damn ride would come to a halt 
So as to rid ones of these nauseating and garish faults 
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      Emotional Kaleidoscope       A teardrop frozen in the looking glass of memories 
An emotional kaleidoscope of feelings of the moment 
A pinch of fear, a scoop of excitement, and a heaping helping of joy 
Butterflies caught in a net of nerves, heart floating above the trees 
  
A radiant glow emanating from the angelic face 
The scent of love wafting, mingling with the sweet perfume 
Hair in curls, gently caressing the nape of the neck 
 A vision of loveliness to see, an epitome of Gods grace 
  
The sirens song, a melodic tone, both alluring and sensual 
Dedicating love, honor, devotion to one soul, one alone 
Before Gods eyes, all of heaven, family and friends 
 To become as one, this is the vow, to love unconditionally 
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      Where Am I?       Where am I? What planet is this? 
When did a disagreement end up with blows from a fist? 
What is happening? What did I miss? 
When was permission given to kill innocent kids? 
How does this happen? Why does no one seem to care? 
Is the love gone from mankind’s heart or is everyone too scared? 
Please, dear Lord, hear the prayers of your humble sheep. 
Before the rulers of some foreign countries destroy us all in our sleep. 
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      Different Times       There were times not long ago when people you would meet 
Did not care where you came from, what city, town or street 
Now the times have changed and a lone black fist in the air 
No longer means strength, power, and unity. Does not anyone even care? 
When an innocent child gets its cartoon show suddenly interrupted 
A stray .45 slug enters its head; no one seems to be disgusted 
When an elderly woman sits alone and withers away from hunger 
The children she worked three jobs to care for are too busy or don’t care any longer 
If all the patriarchs of black history were alive today to see the mess we have made 
All of them would wonder why they fought, struggled, all of the sacrifices they gave 
For the lowest of the black person in this nation to achieve his or her dreams 
And pass along the wisdom and blessings to create a strong black society 
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