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asahi, perdatta
my children, my love
i feel your soul whispers in my eardrums
calling me to make a way to bring you in this world
a vow i will honor
but hear these words before you fill your embryo with your soul
so you can say you were foretold of what this crazy world beholds
cause it will not be the same as the love i pray your mother’s
womb consumes you with
and i will be too immersed in happiness to yell these warnings
into the womb
so listen now
before we venture into experience
to find a mother who will bear the incarnation of your earthly
vessel
listen now as i say with the purity of honesty
this is a crazy-ass world you wish to be born into
i live in a world of broken glass bottles and bags that blow in
the wind
serving as fertilizer to the potholes in my concrete lawns
where urban gardens seek life between the cracks in the sidewalks
only to get pissed or shit upon by unkept dogs
i live in a world of painted faces and untied shoes laces
yet we wonder why we’re tripping all over each other
i live in a world where we’re more fond of entertainment
than wisdom
where we prefer jokes over knowledge, but tragedy is never funny
i live in a world where we o.d. on conflict
to then detox on peace to then hit the streets to puff on that
conflict stuff again
i live in a world where we take conflict abroad
because we don’t have peace at home
i live in world where we feed the rats by leaving garbage on the
streets
but put mouse traps inside our apartments
i live in a world where lonely people don’t want to be alone
but don’t change their mindset to be able to live with a
lover
i live in a world where people buy sexy lingerie
they’re just gonna take off anyway
where we now seek love over the internet
and hope it’s downloadable into real life personal experiences
i live in a world where too many people love those who hate you
and hate those who love you
yet all is (considered) fair in love and war
i live in a world where people have crushes on those who will break
your heart
then we collect the broken pieces, crazy glue them with emotions
for our next crush
i live in a world where people hope against hope
and then get stuck with things no one claims they hoped for
i live in a world where we give reality to illusions
but completely dismiss reality -- not even treat it as an illusion
i live in a world where finite bodies are given more credence than
eternal souls
and then we wonder why everybody is scared to die
i live in a world where fools are crowned with degrees and selected
for sovereignties
but true wise ones are deemed stupid for their courage to challenge
corruption
i live in a world where people justify their denial, deny true
acceptance
and then wonder why life is miserable when they’re sober
(or alone)
i live in world where people construct identities from external
distractions
while our hearts cry silently in sadness cause they’re ignored
i live in a world where we hide the obvious, make secrets of confessions
and trust politicians, the media, and neighborhood gossips to beautify
broadcast lies
i live in a world where reality is reconstituted to fit on tv screens
and real people become the new actors for tv shows that are supposed
to reflect the real world
i live in a world where health is defined as managing sickness
finance defined as managing debt, public safety as managing the
flow of crime
i live in a world where people will ridicule and oppress you
but imitate your way of speak to make urban talk mainstream
(-- and m and m=s now come in white chocolate)
i live in a world where babies’ mommies raise children with
absentee daddies
and marriage has been redefined to include eventual divorce
i live in a world where community meetings to discuss activist
strategies
are replaced by celebrity signings of pimps promoting hiphop pornography
and thugalusion
i live in a world where demonstrations for justice are of lesser
priority
than attending freaknics of adult adolescents celebrating their
confusion about
why god gave us sex
i live in a world where malcolm x is now just the name of a street,
dr. king the name of a holiday
but michael jackson is still the man -- and sometimes michael jordan
i live in a world where pop stars become pedophiles
but they still reign as millionaires because their music still
sounds good?
i live in a world where people pay ten dollars to see a movie that
grosses millions
but won’t give hungry bums a quarter to get food or a hit
-- like movie stars don’t get high?
i live in a world where latch key kids go home to be babysat by
tvs
learning that liberation is saving a pokemon; happiness: singing
with a purple dinosaur
i live in a world where kids can’t pass standardized math
and english tests
but they can add up to $49.99 to buy the newest video game and
decipher the instructions
i live in a world where youth are taught that beauty is:
money, light colored skin, thin frames, oversized sexual organs,
and a mind that doesn’t say no
i live in a world where old ladies are scared to get in elevators
with young black men
and then we wonder why young black men don’t give up their
seats to old ladies anymore
i live in a world where teenage sex, stds, abortions, time in jail,
criminal records
and immune deficiencies are considered signs of growth (into adulthood)
i live in a world where responsibility is treated like amnesia
and you’re encouraged to forget what you’re supposed
to be responsible for
i live in a world where we can correct the bullshit but don’t
instead we defend it, resist against, or act like we=re neutral
but never move beyond
-- the bullshit
i live in the world where few try to change what=s become of the
charades we made
and majorities celebrate that which brings the world closer to
destruction
this is a crazy-ass world i live within
this is a crazy-ass world in which you wish to be born
but in spite of all its craziness
if you come, i welcome your arrival
to teach you of the less traveled roads that can become your journey
that you may come to be happy
that you may come to be cared for
that you may come to be nurtured, to be whole
that you may come to be loved
as i will love you the best i can
and hope my love is enough to help you overcome
and not be overcomed by this crazy world
asahi, perdatta
my children, my love
hear this poem i write you
my unborn children
ÆL
Nashid Fareed
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