no mo' niggas
posing as kids
posing as students
posing as human.
no need to
waste time teaching
niggas
mico-managed
under microscopic
lenses
by micro-minded
black imp
who reminds me
of
the dog from Gargoyles,
Panthro from Thundercats,
and the sellout that snitched
on the Black Panthers
Some couldn't past the
1st stanza, 1st line, 3rd word.
There's a difference
in my view; no need to
retire a word, when
the people still exist.
When Ozzie Davis
eulogized Bro. Malcolm
he said
Bro. Malcolm had stopped being Negro,
long ago.
and sometimes
there's a random burst
of Beauty, Blackness, Culture, Soul
wakinging your spirit
just before 9am
almost powerful enough
to stir you from your seat
dreams from a child, spoken aloud
can do that sometimes.
so called administrator,
administering to the affairs
of children "at-risk"
so called "African-American,"
but he's the
biggest nigga; and I
don't mean the HNIC or
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished
nigga--
he's the
kiss whitey's ass, grant writin'/50 inch flat screen t.v.
buyin, lyin', sayin' it's for educational purposes, soapbox
standin', grand-standin' for ego expandin' goals--gatherin'
information for the sake of integratin', while destroyin' the
foundation of a strong black nation, sell your ass down the
river for a gold ring & pension
type nigga.
he's the worst,
type nigga.
wonder if she know
how much
she favors her father and mother
& look like her mama and daddy.
she is living, breathing "90's Omaha"
grew up w/her pops--
who she can't have contact with
knew her mom and
dated her auntie
she catches me up on time lost
between
when I knew them then
and
how I know her now.
how does it not become
boring, redundant, repetitve, recycled.
500 square miles=the city; 50 sq. mi.=the north side
so self segregated; most comfortable
where bullets fly most--
so says the media, so perceived by
misperceivers.....
9:40, new class, less quiet, more active;
they cheat on an ungraded
pre-test--3/4 do at least.
Loud like they've been
drinking; half ass reciting rap songs
from ipods, he shouldn't have
in the 1st place.
eyes heavy from the repetitive
conversations and phrases:
"Oh you gusto" and
"On my hood" and
"Fuck dat, dat's some bullshit"
By the p.m. it's
continued disrespect &
drudging; Loud knocks,
208, 9, and 10; again and again.
Something 'bout full potential
being wasted
comes to mind (.....daily)
Easy passin' 6 & 1/2
like a church mouse
on sunday mornin'.
Ghetto blatant is
17 yr old, workin' on a
second son, cell phone
out in school, in the
middle of the floor
workin'; tongue-tied to
crickets, chirp chirp,
chirp chirp;
Don't feed the animals.
Silence is golden
& sleep platinum.....
posing as kids
posing as students
posing as human.
no need to
waste time teaching
niggas
mico-managed
under microscopic
lenses
by micro-minded
black imp
who reminds me
of
the dog from Gargoyles,
Panthro from Thundercats,
and the sellout that snitched
on the Black Panthers
Some couldn't past the
1st stanza, 1st line, 3rd word.
There's a difference
in my view; no need to
retire a word, when
the people still exist.
When Ozzie Davis
eulogized Bro. Malcolm
he said
Bro. Malcolm had stopped being Negro,
long ago.
and sometimes
there's a random burst
of Beauty, Blackness, Culture, Soul
wakinging your spirit
just before 9am
almost powerful enough
to stir you from your seat
dreams from a child, spoken aloud
can do that sometimes.
so called administrator,
administering to the affairs
of children "at-risk"
so called "African-American,"
but he's the
biggest nigga; and I
don't mean the HNIC or
Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished
nigga--
he's the
kiss whitey's ass, grant writin'/50 inch flat screen t.v.
buyin, lyin', sayin' it's for educational purposes, soapbox
standin', grand-standin' for ego expandin' goals--gatherin'
information for the sake of integratin', while destroyin' the
foundation of a strong black nation, sell your ass down the
river for a gold ring & pension
type nigga.
he's the worst,
type nigga.
wonder if she know
how much
she favors her father and mother
& look like her mama and daddy.
she is living, breathing "90's Omaha"
grew up w/her pops--
who she can't have contact with
knew her mom and
dated her auntie
she catches me up on time lost
between
when I knew them then
and
how I know her now.
how does it not become
boring, redundant, repetitve, recycled.
500 square miles=the city; 50 sq. mi.=the north side
so self segregated; most comfortable
where bullets fly most--
so says the media, so perceived by
misperceivers.....
9:40, new class, less quiet, more active;
they cheat on an ungraded
pre-test--3/4 do at least.
Loud like they've been
drinking; half ass reciting rap songs
from ipods, he shouldn't have
in the 1st place.
eyes heavy from the repetitive
conversations and phrases:
"Oh you gusto" and
"On my hood" and
"Fuck dat, dat's some bullshit"
By the p.m. it's
continued disrespect &
drudging; Loud knocks,
208, 9, and 10; again and again.
Something 'bout full potential
being wasted
comes to mind (.....daily)
Easy passin' 6 & 1/2
like a church mouse
on sunday mornin'.
Ghetto blatant is
17 yr old, workin' on a
second son, cell phone
out in school, in the
middle of the floor
workin'; tongue-tied to
crickets, chirp chirp,
chirp chirp;
Don't feed the animals.
Silence is golden
& sleep platinum.....
posted by 'Bras' Blog | 8:56 AM
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