Lightness in the pit of your stomach
Moving up
Premeditated background noise reminds me
Numbers scroll by, counting the cost
Moving down
Controlled fall
To your place in the big box
Arrive with spaghetti legs
On time....
Coalhouse
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
Notes on Gentrification AKA Negro RemovalThe other day I seen a white woman walking a white dog She seen right through me As if I wasn't there As if I was made of air As if I was a figment of her imagination Around the corner where I smoked my first reefer Where my lips tasted its first kiss The history of the hood now has a mortgage Three hundred thousand dollar reasons for urban living We pay dues They pay for convenience Row homes into townhomes Crack house carnage into condominiums Exchange pawn shop pathology For trendy neighborhoods Red lined lives act up in the shadow of downtown judgement The other day I seen a white man jogging past my past The present is Cafes Bistros and Coffee Shops Economic enemas eradicate section eight ladies Ink pen gangsters sign sinister signatures Underwriting under water properties pushing proverty to another zipcode G...  |
Angela Davis Soul SisterCall her Angela Her government name Angela Yvonne Davis Born in Bombingham Alabama Public enemy number one The one with the halo afro The one looking at life without parole I know you got soul Fist in the air Speaking uncomfortable truths To comfortable Klansmen Soledad brothers died against the wall Buckshot put soul on ice in the midnight hour Solitary confinement make a struggle real Struggle taste salty Terror taste tangy and sticks in your throat Bold faced blacks find redemption in revolution They put Angela in handcuffs with fatal precision Dangerous liasons with pasty face pilgrims who made the rules of engagement Living under shotgun legislation Angela smiled a Mona Lisa smile at the devil she knew Angela knew America... |
Men 2 BoysHey Boy! Don't you hear me boy! You don't hear so good boy! Come here boy! Sang boy sang Boys since southern belles wore bustles Mimicking hottentot high black hind parts Breed boys into human machines Sowing seeds Cultivating needs Picking Bailing Cooking Cleaning Captives Captured inside the evil economy Oh boy Fetch my whip boy Hold still boy I'm gonna make you a good boy I'm a learn ya boy Deviant daddies turn men into boys Daddies boys Boys with daddies last name Plantations with no fences Slaves of time shackle the mind Sang boy sang Camptown ladies sing this song Doo Dah Doo Dah Goin to run all day Goin to run all night Camptown races sing this ... |
The N wordThe N word A color A class A people Or A person Place Or Thing Screamed Whispered Taunted Six letters Two syllables Tell a story of Bipolar places Up north Down south Out west The N word Say it Repeat it Funny how it rolls off your tongue My n!gga N!gga please Is that the G A Or the E R Choose your weapon wisely The luxury of living two lives N!ggas with attitudes or N!ggers with platitudes We live on the same street Cast a spell with the N word Change the world with the N word You called me out my name You gave me this n!gger nomenclature I wear this badge of honor around my neck Studded in diamo... |
I could not touch HerI could not touch her This fingertip obsession She is beyond the reach of my passion Day late dollar short sore loser of love lost I could not touch her My memories miss the essence of her presence The faint scent of her side of the bed demands my attention daily I could not touch her anymore Regret rules intrusive thoughts My day to day mired in deep blue melancoly I remember when we met I remember when you left Damn She wrapped her heart in barbed wire The silence was deafening I heard her words in my head Clandestine conscience chewed me up and spit me out I wish I could touch her again Hands seek what the heart can't have I live alone Her infectious laugh haunts these hallways I live alone now I leave the top lock unlocked aching for her return |
Buy Bustanutt I seen it on Youtube!Tired of limp d!ck depression! Tired of semi soft sex! Tired of shooting blanks from your starter pistol! Buy Bustanutt! Bust concrete with your penile jack hammer! Get harder than a roll of quarters! Get harder than college trigonometry! Make her say your name backwards! Make her cook eggs and bacon in the morning! Have a tent pole pile driver in your pants! Buy Bustanutt! Reach that inside room in her womb! Be the man middle age took away! Buy Bustanutt! MAY CAUSE TEMPORARY BLINDNESS MAY CAUSE PERMANENT MEMORY LOSS Buy Bustanutt! |
Small PoemFold ourselves into compromising positions Bending into downward facing dogs Lying in wait Supple flexible meanings Facial ticks tell fictional tales Told by brutal contortionist Primitive novels written in body language Twisting in the wind... |
TransformationBegin Nine months inside mothers love Embryo to infant Swimming in her amniotic ocean The womb a tiny world Begin Strange molecules mix and make me Destiny in DNA Begin Enter this world head first A world made real by malice and gunpoint descisions A child's eye beholds visions of human holocausts Becoming New ages into old Live lives of biological butterflies Our bruises beautiful Our scars exquisite jewelry Adorn agony with a crown of thorns Became I became angry I became agitated I became a miracle pulled from the mud Piety soiled by dirty deeds I became a dirty mind Saying dirty words Thinking dirty thoughts I became A caretaker for the unfinished business Of being begotten and forgott... |
So called FreedomFreedom seekers seek easy emancipation Freedom riders rode on a wing and a prayer Once written words Lincoln's prose abstract meanings Lofty lies left between a rock and a hard place Captive audiences disolute nations within nations Strain and buck against wrought iron restraints Dying or trying to break free of Uncle Tom's Cabin Slave shacks reserved for the unfree who longed to be free Is free a verb Is free an adjective Is free a feeling Maybe free is a farce A cheap photocopy of freedom Colin Kaepernick was free until he took a knee How free you wanna be Free until the ink dries on the 13th Amendment Freedom fits like too tight shoes made for marching Freedom songs frozen in time The tactile tension of what you can't touch Maybe freedom is faith Faith in the sons of men Faith in the sons of b!tche... |
Gil Scott Heron/Black BoySee that black boy running scared his old man gotta problem Dip to the same song Same song since old heads was young bucks The streets are undefeated Names change The hood stays the same Going to jail out on bail Collect calls from upstate The police knows your name See that black boy running scared Running from ghetto games malt liqour Pissy alleys and bombed out houses Running from gorilla pimps street light hustlers Two time losers drug abusers Sing the same song Woulda coulda shoulda sermons Sung in corner colloquialisms Those euthanized by apathy Run black boy run reality two seconds off your azz The suburbs is just a word learned in 8th grade english Reading writing and reefer School house lies tells the white mans truth My little sister belly getting bigger She can't run Baby da... |