trash & broken glass around my church
I saw a deacon picking up trash around our church’s parking lot
So I grabbed a broom to sweep up empty bags/vials of crack rock
Broken mini bottles of gin, vodka, and rum
Condoms still filled with #%*
Well, at least they are being safe, I pondered
After I picked up half a dozen empty magnum wrappers, I wondered
Who is having this much sex in church parking lot?
While I’m blessed, could I even wear a magnum with what I got?
I lost count of all the cigarette filters and candy wrappers that I retrieved
When I used the pick up tool to grab a broken needle, a chill ran up my sleeve
A Baptist Church in the center city of Hartford, Connecticut
I argued with myself, the last time you did this, man you regretted it!
Less than a week later, all that trash and broken glass was back!
Some joker drove by and tossed out a half eaten Big Mac!
They s... |
A rebellious seed
Christians praise a trinity but are monotheistic
Media is fiction we worship because its unrealistic
America was stolen and became rich off the back of slaves
Those thieves found heaven on earth then buried their sins in gilded graves
White folks turned black music, religion, and culture into a commodity
When I strive to reclaim our culture, I’m ostracized as an oddity
Black American with no homeland infused with our captors genes against our will
Know that our playing field is just another steep hill
I’m more African than American, so I’m going to embrace it!
Each time white America lies, I’m going to erase it!
Born with a mark that we can’t hide and a soul that we can’t free
The diaspora was a violent storm, but I’m a rebellious seed ripped away from the mother tree
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Evolution is a myth
How did time convert Morganucodons into humans?
Over 200 million years ago, just walking around dinosaur ruins
A rat like shrew
Somehow evolved and grew
Into whales, platypuses, elephants, and apes
And after millions of B.C. dates
Into 8 billion babies, ladies, and guys
While roaches, sharks, crocodiles, and dragon flies
All stayed the same, surprise!
What if evolution is just another ‘accepted’ myth
Bones in rocks, educated guesses, I’ll ask you this…
How can we explain or discover something that could never exist?
What if we’re not really here?
You’re not really even reading this poem, can you sense the fear?
Of the unknown, nothing really exists for long in space and time
What if we are just random th... |
The best part of me is you!
Thank you, for all you do
I haven’t said that nearly enough though, true?
For years, as our time together flew
Daily, you patiently lend me a clue
To help me win, even when I never knew
That you truly deserve the most respect due
Even if you may sometimes feel like a shrew
Then, your guidance annoyed and made me blue
Now, understand why you do what you do
I just realized as our love grew
That the best part of me, is you!
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Stuck in the Zipper
Summer camp 1983, we just left the pool
Rushing to catch the bus, I grabbed my shorts off of a stool
I pulled the zipper of my cut off shorts much to quick
And managed to fasten up all my kibble and bits!
Unable to release both my family jewels and thing-a-ling
Every stiff legged step caused an excruciating sting!
As the last kid on the bus, my eyes watered, but I held my head up high
For some relief, I pressed my towel firmly against my thigh
I quickly plopped down and somehow managed to free one coin purse
I was only seven, but the pain forced me to yell out a deep curse
When I realized that I sat next to a beautiful girl, I almost forgot all about my pain
She said hi, then asked me my name
As I turned to face her, tears streamed down my face, so she asked me what was wrong
Embarrassed, but desperate, I moved my towel and showed her my dong!
She laughed, and sai... |
Land of the fee, home of the saved
White folks own all robots, so they all were saved
But that same technology forced people of color to all become enslaved!
Our oppressors are comfortable, huddled in their bunkers in stasis
While 3/4ths of the world serves as generators just to ‘charge up the racists!’
Transportation was outlawed, so all our movements and steps earn us credits
In exchange for our electricity, they extract various fees, taxes, and debits
100 push-ups for a liter of water, or walk two miles for a loaf of bread
But if you become inactive, you might end up dead!
The robot patrols ride on horseback with shotguns and whips
So white folks can bet on fights, marathons and galleys racing ships!
Too tired to assemble and too hopeless to revolt
The disenfranchised became apathetic and soon lost all hope
Entertaining and serving our new masters who were just as cruel as th... |
Before Noah, there was Utnapishtim (You - Nap - A - Sha -Tome)
In the Epic of Gilgamesh, 1000 years before the Hebrew Bible was written
A Mesopotamian God named Ea told Utnapishtim (You - Nap -A - Sha -Tome) to listen
And work with carpenters and reed workers, build a boat 120 cubits, that was Ea's impossible task
Five days passed
And Utnapishtim and his team did exactly what Ea asked!
Afterwards, Utnapishtim loaded the boat with gold, his family and all the species of animals on earth and sealed it tight
His storm was only 7 days long, but also flooded the earth and killed humanity and all life on earth with its might
After the boat landed on top of Mount Nimush (in Iraq), Utnapishtim sent a dove, then a swallow, which both returned
Finally, he sent a raven, which never came back, and Utnapishtim was no longer concerned
It meant that the waters had receded
Proof of dry land was needed
So Utnapishtim left the boat, released the animals, and to the Go... |
The second time somebody called me a Ni66er
1988, I just finished playing Oregon Trail
Leaving the Computer Lab, a kid yelled, ‘What the hell?’
It was Danny, a white kid in my class
I tried to exit, but he wouldn’t let me pass
‘You’re pretty smart for a Ni66er’! He spat with a smile
Confused, I replied, I don’t understand, what you mean, how?
Danny continued, ‘Think you better than me, ‘cause you won the Indiana State Science Fair, but you’re just a ‘n…’
‘I heard you the first time,’ I interrupted, a left with a disappointed sigh, ‘uh!’
I slowly walked down the hall to band
I felt so angry and nauseous, carrying a French horn in my hand
I regret never telling my teacher, parents, or brothers what Danny said
To this day his words still live rent free in my head
Decades later, I still don’t know what else a 12 year old me should have done or said!
https://edwards-moore-family.net/t... |
Help the unenlightened become wise
My first book failed
To capture enough hearts and minds
So what can I do different next time?
What do I say, how should I write?
Should it be fiction or something specific from my life?
Why should I bother, I might not even do it right
I’m not afraid to fail again, or spend time and money
Writing, editing, publishing, and promoting like a dummy
I’m far from famous or rich
So when I apply for book awards, nobody cares to hear my pitch
Too old to be 'cool', and too young to be wise
American media demands confusion, illusions, and lies!
Instead of truth and history lessons
Entertainment over facts
Citizens once had open ears, now they’re plugged with wax!
Streaming endless content from drama, crime, and sports
Most can’t distinguish entertainment from current news reports
When fiction and reality have no boarders histor... |
Ode to Our Neighborhood ‘Candy Lady’
Mrs. Lawrence was our neighborhood Candy Lady
Her business was just four houses north of ours
Allowance, report card, and birthday money didn’t last long in our jars!
We’d spend most of our pay and life savings
On penny candy and afternoon cravings
I had the neighborhood Paper Route
Hundreds of dollars and dozens of dental fillings without any doubt
Mrs. Lawrence was the reason
Summer, Spring, Fall, and Winter and every season
Everybody went to Mrs. Lawrence’s home
She even sold Ice Cream by the cone!
With a discount and word of mouth on my Paper Route, I'd advertise the going rate
Of her 'Limited Time Only' Elephant Ears for just $1 per plate!
Fried dough just like the kind they sold at the Fair
A dozen kids, each patiently sitting on the stairs if Mrs. Lawrence’s porch
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