I See The Evils

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all the power to the people, black lives matter, collective consciousness, correctional corporation of america, electoral college, i too am america, know thyself

There’s a war going on outside, no man is safe from.

Chemical warfare got the government out here tryna calcify pineal glands with fluoride

And too many of our brothers and sisters lack the knowledge of self to protect the God Body that compels these devils to hate them.

Until we spark the revolution,

I’mma do my best to ignite the fire starters and brainstorm solutions.

Eye am most thankful for the divine frequency of our healing sisters as we work to change the vibration.

Imagine the sacred healing power when we return to vegetation?

Imagine the manifestation when the war on drugs becomes a manifesto to practice meditation over self-medication?

In the wake of social unrest, there’s no need to stay woke;

It’s time to let the third-eye roam and look out for our peoples.

When it comes to surviving America,

Eye see the evils

Like soon as we thirst knowledge,

The fools behind the electoral college leave us in food deserts and poison the youth with hot cheetos and doritos.

Sometimes I wonder why social media outlets block posts that speak healing to our people.

They force feed us alphabet soup all day

Yet display dismay soon as I attempt to share African Holistic Health with our people.

Although they try hard to disguise the genocide,

Eye see the evil.

First they prescribe your affliction, 

Then they supply your addiction.

The school to prison pipeline got our children out here facing excessive suspensions.

Pardon my suspicions yet my mental vision’s decalcified

And eye see how labels like ADHD have allowed racists teachers to implore the chemical war on our young people.

Sometimes I wonder how the prescription pill mill got these educators to help them dispense Adderall and Ritalin to our children?

Sometimes I wonder why the welfare system was designed to take the Black Man away from his woman and children?

Although they don’t want us to know about COINTELPRO,

I’m here to let you know how the war on drugs legalized the government’s covert illegal actions.

If you cannot see how the war on drugs correlates with chemical warfare,

Ask the self-proclaimed conservatives behind the American Legislative Exchange Council why the prison industrial complex mainly captures POWs from neighborhoods that are mainly Black or Latin.

First they flooded our neighborhoods with drugs

Then they incorporated the Corrections Corporation of America and issued arrest quotas to mass incarcerate our peoples.

Why’s my Black Skin a constant target?

How are we to receive a fair trial when CoreCivic is traded on the stock exchange?

Why’s my Black Skin a constant target?

How are we to receive due process when the CXW profits when we’re buried alive behind bars

And the DA continues to refute our right to due process when we’re murdered and slain in custody of being detained?

Sometimes I wonder,

Why the chemists and those that impose eugenics invest so much time in administering the health decline of our people? 

How is it possible for every disease known to man to plague The Black Man? 

And we ain’t gon’ talk about how they target The Black Woman and Child.

Why you think these pigs get away with killing us and never go to trial?

They know Black Lives Matter, they know YOU are important. 

First they steal your peace of mind by orchestrating the conditions for crime,

Then they kidnap our children and push planned parenthood and feminism as a means to tell our women to have abortions.

How long before we see the all seeing eye merely pretends we’re not important?

If Black Lives didn’t matter,

Big pharma wouldn’t make billions off of stealing our organs.

If Black Lives didn’t matter,

Big business wouldn’t invest billions into ALEC sponsored legislation to make you feel less important.

–@StevieStreets | I See The Evils

quit your shit america, revisited

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black lives matter, surviving america

quit your sh!t america!

how in the hell is my black skin more threatening than a white suspect with an assault rifle ’round his neck?!

the way they let that boy flee the scene while people were shouting “he just shot someone” is total disrespect.

 

come on! 

what’s it gonna take for the black man, woman, and child to belong?

why the whitewashed media protect racists with assault rifles yet call me a terrorist for holding a sign stating i too belong?

 

from the emmett till generation to black lives matter, we’ve been singing the same ol’ song.

how many times must we state i too america?!

 

why the all lives matter fanatics only tough on when the defendants are brown or black?

tell me, how do those that purport pro-life fail to stake their claim when the slain is black?

if it’s make america great again,

when we gonna talk about her heinous acts?

when gop revisionists rile white supremacists with rhetoric like “take our country back,”

are you not taken aback?

today marks 65 years since the ideologue of make america great again murdered emmett till 

yet still, the murderous pack is murdering us still.

 

if democracy is dialogue,

when we gonna talk about how the hits are being orchestrated from capitol hill?

from jim crow to cointelpro,

this nation’s been wielding legislation as agents of oppression.

if the pen is mightier than the sword,

when we gonna expound stop and frisk and stand your ground as systemic weapons?

 

if you ask me why i’m no longer talking to white people about race,

i will tell you: the fear of a black man, 

i mean the presumption of reasonable suspicion is no reason to view my black skin as a weapon.

how many of our unarmed brothers and sisters must die before racial bias is called into question?

to be specific, why the snark remarks against blm protesters yet the constant need to decriminalize catholic priest, woody allen, and other caucasian child molesters?

 

the next time you decide to portray protesters as looters,

be sure to illustrate how the secretary of state stole an election.

how many members of the gop must we see steal an election before voter suppression is called into question?

if black people don’t vote,

why the constant need to enact voter suppression?

don’t believe the hype, we need every eligible voter to exercise the right to vote in this election.

 

when the experts on how not to get shot and whatnot retort the killing of an unarmed young man with character assassination,

how do you not see something is really wrong with this nation?

if you’re black in america, they will kill you then assassinate your character on every news station in the nation.

why the agenda to emasculate the black male on all occasions?

 

why the all-seeing eye wanna televise effeminate depictions?

why the airwave frequencies target our youth with promiscuity and glorified tales of drug addiction?

first they kill our image of self

then they leave us in food deserts with doritos, hot cheetos, and soda.

how effective can the police be

when every brother or sister that looks like me fits the description

and johnny law has a bloodthirst to reach a quota?

 

when the american dream begins to feel like a nightmare, one has no choice but to stay woke.

my poems are not poems, 

and i say that to say, if there is to be any hope,

every black person in america must march to the probate court, exercise your 2nd amendnent rights

then unify resistance on November 3rd with a vote.

 

–@steviestreets quit your sh!t america, revisited

Too wOke for The American Dream

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a woman's choice, art is activism, cdc, flint water crisis, hurricane katrina, marijuana justice act, nbc, schools not prisons, social justice, war on drugs

i’m too wOke for the american dream…
if they ain’t tryna kill us, they’re tryna turn us to feigns.
the country’s divided without the wall and it ain’t got nothing to do with skin color; stay wOke my brother, it’s all about capitalist green.
all i know is: the walls are closing in on trump and it’s getting hard to overlook the walls of justice as tough on crime proponents push to legalize green.
how am i supposed to care about your opioid crisis or your medical excuse for drug use when your prisons are filled with my brothers and sisters that tried to scale the walls of justice with triple beam dreams?

when we gonna talk about the unbalanced scale of justice or how the war on drugs mandate fostered the most horrific holocaust to date?
i don’t understand how conservatives are so pro-life when it comes to a woman’s decision yet so tolerant to our brothers and sisters being buried alive in prisons.
why should i worry about a wall at the mexico border, when our brothers and sisters in flint, michigan have been left out to dry amid food deserts and lead-contaminated water?

flint can’t drink tears or well wishes;
my heart is heavy; first they flooded our neighborhoods with drugs then they bombed they levees.
the flint water crisis is biological warfare!
why the cdc put a patent on the ebola virus?
these white supremacists (oops i meant biochemists) have been killing us off for years.

when we gonna talk about the mass murderers that manufactured aids and hiv?
i wonder why they ain’t want bill cosby to purchase nbc.
why we can’t get states to mandate the marijuana justice act before they legalize dispensaries?
i don’t wanna see the world up in smoke while my brothers and sisters with drug convictions are still sitting in penitentiaries.
so no! i don’t care to hear how medical marijuana stops your children from having seizures; f’ you and your legislative bill, last time i checked: our communities are still paying the price of your stop and frisk seizures.

–@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Too wOke for The American Dream

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February 21, 1965

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el haj malik el shabazz, I am a revolutionary, i am Malcolm X, malcolm x, more malcolm than martin, political assassination

February Twenty-First, Nineteen Sixty-Five

The fiery soul of a gallant man was extinguished
Yet the spirit is still alive

As brother Fred Hampton would say:
They can kill the revolutionary
Yet they can’t kill the revolution

In Sixty-Five, they tried to silence the messenger – Malcolm X
Yet his message resounds in 1964 The Black Revolution

It’s been fifty-four years since the political assassination
And the battle cry of freedom still remains in brown eyes

I know what kind of world I’d like to see
Yet why should I lose my identity before the world hears my freedom-cries?

Why should I exercise nonviolence while the strong arm of the law has a chokehold on my brothers and sisters?

If it’s equal rights and justice for all,
Why does the prison industrial complex overtly produce a genocidal gripping on our brothers and sisters?

When is Uncle Sam gonna be charged with violating human rights?

Imagine BLACK LIVES MATTER when the fight for civil rights is expanded to human rights

It’s time for the Black Man to come to the defense of the Black Man;
When the Black Man in this country aids the Black Man in that country
And the Black Man in that country aids the Black Man in this country,
As Black Men unite all around the world,
We’ll have a real revolution

And I ain’t talking that We Shall Overcome,
That is no revolution

“Revolutions will never be won by turning the other cheek!”
As Brother Malcolm used to speak

But don’t mind me;
I just had to take a moment to pay homage to El Haj Malik

–@StevieStreets long live #elhajmalikelshabazz #poem | February 21, 1965

Since We’re Talking (Let’s Talk About The Talk)

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art is activism, black lives matter, police killings, social justice, the talk

Around the time when children learn their ABC’s,
Kids that look like me learn how to survive The New Jim Crow.

I remember when my Grandmother told me:
“Grandson you can’t be outside playing with no toy gun!”

She always feared them boys in blue would come through and shoot me for playing with a toy gun.

I remember learning about police killings while the neighborhood children were playing in the snow.

I remember when my Grandmother told me:
“Look at me boy. And pay close attention.
I know you are young, gifted, and black
But to them
You will always FIT THE DESCRIPTION.”

O how the fear in her eyes pierced my soul…
She feared when I let my hair grow.
She feared when I wore a hoodie.

I remember wondering:
Why is that Black Children can’t wear a ski mask when it’s cold?
Why are Black Men considered militant when we let our hair grow?
How they don’t mistake the white kids for hoodlums when they wear a hoodie?

Yet what I remember most about talking with my Grandmother was her affinity for her people…
Always dressed in black.
Always ALL THE POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
I remember the little lady that never took no shorts.
I remember the little lady that taught me to dream BIG.
I remember her wise words.
I remember her convictions.

I remember how Grandma would speak life unto me,
But for the life of me,
I can’t remember discussing the birds and the bees.
Yet I remember “The Talk.”

I remember self-care over welfare…
Nah, I don’t remember the birds and the bees.
Yet I remember many Talks.

O Grandma
I remember when you said:
“In the sixties, over 70% of the world’s dope fiends lived right here in New York.”

I now understand what you meant when you said they’d rather see us dead, addicted, or imprisoned.

Thank you for demanding that I take command of the language
And thirst knowledge.
Who knows who I’d be if you didn’t feed my poetic diction.

My poems are not poems…
My moral compass guides me to draw attention to social injustice, systemic racism, and other afflictions.

–@StevieStreets #historyheritageandhumanities #poem | Since We’re Talking (Let’s Talk About The Talk)

Peace to Mark Clark and Fred Hampton

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black lives matter, black panther party for self-defense, homage, I am a revolutionary, I am Fred Hampton

mourning vibes:

Wasn’t no fear, wasn’t no compromise… -Fred Hampton | #iamarevolutionary #powertothepeople #youcantkilltherevolution

・・・
#codeofthestreets:
We’d like to take a moment to celebrate the life of Fred Hampton
We invite you to never forget the day that the FBI and Chicago PD murdered Mark Clark and Fred Hampton

Peace to the ancestors, Mark Clark and Fred Hampton

I AM A REVOLUTIONARY
I AM MARK CLARK
I AM FRED HAMPTON

It’s 49 years to date since them pigs played judge – jury – and executioner

Enter Black America anywhere in the United States,
Them pigs are still playing judge – jury – and executioner

O and The Justice Department it’s just a department…
When we gon’ get justice for all the Mark Clark’s and Fred Hampton’s?

We chant BLACK LIVES MATTER
They mark us for death like they did Mark Clark and Fred Hampton

Dear White People
In case you missed it
We hashtag black lives matter✊🏾
cause the blind eye of justice is still saying Die Nigger Die!

But don’t mind me
I’m just sick and tired of the Black on Black rhetoric
Our brothers and sisters are doing numbers and them alphabet boys want us to die

Yet there will be no fear,
There will be no compromise
ALL THE POWER TO THE PEOPLE

O! All lives matter now huh?
Question:
How is it that those sworn to protect and serve only manage to kill Black People?
Why is it that the epidemic incarceration rates seem to be underpopulated with white people?

When we gon’ talk about COINTELPRO and set my FREEDOM FIGHTERS FREE?

There’s way too many Black Panthers still being held as political prisoners
But don’t take it from me
If you know like I know
NONE OF US ARE FREE, UNTIL ALL OF US ARE FREE

–@StevieStreets #homage #poem | Peace to Mark Clark & Fred Hampton

Black Lives Matter, Still

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art is activism, black lives matter, black youth, emmett till, mamie till, peaceful protest

We’d like to take a moment to pay homage to the life of Emmett Till…

Sixty-three years later we’re chanting Black Lives Matter still?!

Peace to the mothers that had to bury a son.

Peace to the photographer that captured the harrowing image of a stoic Mamie Till peering at her son.

When will the impunity enjoyed by Make America Great Again extremists come to an end?

Why do tough on crime conservatives fail to prosecute when the plaintiff has pale skin?

It’s been sixty-three years to date and America continues to fail the Black Youth.

Peace to the Emmett Till Generation and organizations that empower the Black Youth.

Let us never forget brother Emmett nor the brothers and sisters slain neath the blind eye of society.

Question: How can one afford a peaceful protest, while our brothers and sisters are dying violently?

–@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Black Lives Matter, Still

Hello, 9-1-1

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art is activism, black buying power, black lives matter, i'm calling the police, racial profiling

Hello, 9-1-1, I – SEE – BLACK – PEOPLE…
I thought we were making America great again.
I’M NOT RACIST… but, I’m not comfortable with that color of skin.
Hello, 9-1-1; I feel threatened, I see Black People.

What do you mean they did nothing wrong? They’re Black!
I think they’re taking this equal rights and justice for all thing a little too far.
Certainly, you can check their ID for warrants or escort them out in handcuffs and let them loiter in your patrol car?!
I have every right to call the police on innocuous people of color; I’m not racist… but, I thought we were taking our country back.

QUIT YOUR SH*T AMERICA,
What the… [What?!] are you thinking?!

White-Privilege has racial profiling trending,
Let that sink in.

The racial overtones are loud and clear
And the make america great again undertones are seething.

When my people commence to apprehend the value of BLACK BUYING POWER,
BLACK LIVES MATTER will really matter.

We gotta hit these bigots in the wallet;
We believe in God,
They believe, In God We Trust,
And those are two totally different matters.

Dear Black America:
Collectively, we’re like an open hand,
United we’re like a clenched-fist, we can no longer afford to stand at opposite hands;
For those that understand…
We need Moor Banks,
If you strike the shepherds, the sheep will scatter,
We need to elect Moor District Attorneys and lobby behind our Lawmakers,
If we expect to rectify these matters.

–@StevieStreets #artisactivism #poem | Hello, 9-1-1

Hashtag Black Panther

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black buying power, black lives matter, black panther movie, black panther party for self-defense, collective economics, vibranium, wakanda forever

Now that everyone is talkin’ ‘bout the black panther movie…

 

Can we talk about the Black Panther Party for Self Defense?

 

Can I get a Power to the People Forever?

Can you grip your fingers together

And raise a clenched-fist, one time, for Bobby and Huey?

 

Can we free our Political Prisoners

And arm our brothers & sisters with legal defense?

 

Now that everyone is talkin’ ‘bout the black panther movie…

 

May I advise, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised?

Can I get a HANDS OFF ASSATA FOREVER?

 

Would it be ill-advised to surmise Black Revolutionaries beyond a movie?

When we gon’ realize Black Buying Power beyond the opening week of a movie?

 

Can we get all the brothers & sisters in the streets struggling to come together?

Can we build our own homes,

Give our brothers & sisters a loan,

And open our own grocery stores?

Can you call upon the ancestors

And answer the call to support those that look like you and yours?

Can we teach unity,

Build our own communities,

And mandate Black Dollars Matter Forever?

 

Now that everyone is talkin’ ‘bout the black panther movie…

When we gon’ realize the world ain’t nothing but a B Movie?

And someone’s always comin’ to save the day in the B Movie.

 

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised…

No one is coming to save the day,

It’s not a movie!

 

My Freedom Fighters Ain’t Free,

The leaders of the Free World don’t move me.

 

When I talk about The Panthers, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the movie.

Yet I can draw parallels between The Movement and the movie.

 

Melanin is supercharged with sun energy,

Antagonists try to claw the Mali vibes from our cranium.

Sorta like Klaue when it comes to vibranium,

They aim to antagonize and drain our energy.

 

Let’s talk about synergy…

our kinetics are Kemetic,

The Panthers mobilized a united front in every major city.

 

In the spirit of FREE ANGELA;

Can we SET OUR PEOPLE FREE,

In every major city?

 

Now that everyone is talkin’ ‘bout the black panther movie…

 

Can we FREE THE PANTHERS that fought for our way of life in the sixties?

If it’s WAKANDA FOREVER,

Can we bring our Political Refugees home?

Can we talk about how many Panthers died at the hands of the FBI in the sixties?

 

May I ask why my brothers & sisters were incarcerated when they opposed hatred?

Why we still got brothers & sisters detained for joining the fight equal rights in sixties?

 

How did you forget about YOU and YOURS?

How we gon’ smash box office records,

Yet fail to break open prison doors?

 

If it’s WAKANDA FOREVER,

Can I get an I WON’T BE FREE UNTIL ALL BLACK PEOPLE FREE?

Can we scale the walls of justice and SET OUR PEOPLE FREE?

 

May I ask how many of our Panthers are still caged in penitentiaries?

Can you explain to me: Why our Freedom Fighters Ain’t Free?

 

Tell me: How can we smash box office records,

Yet fail to break open those prison doors?

When did you forget about YOU and YOURS?

 

If what’s good for the goose is good for the gander,

When you gonna see past the propaganda?

 

If we can contribute to smashing box office records,

Can we start a collective to build Black owned Banks and Grocery Stores?

 

If you can contribute to smashing box office records,

Why you can’t contribute to building better schools for YOU and YOURS?

 

If REPRESENTATION MATTERS,

When you gonna back Black Filmmakers and stop begging Hollywood for better images of YOU and YOURS?

 

Now that everyone is talkin’ ‘bout the black panther movie…

 

When we gonna talk about the Black Panther Party for Self Defense?

When we gon’ smash those prison doors or get our Freedom Fighters some legal defense?

 

–@StevieStreets #blackpanther #poem | Hashtag Black Panther

 

More Malcolm than Martin

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black lives matter, i have a dream, i too am america, more malcolm than martin, public holiday

Concerning nonviolence, it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks. -Malcolm X

#codeofthestreets:
I TOO SING AMERICA…
I am the darker brother,
exclaimed Langston
Hughes.

Listen, Black America…
I’m more MALCOLM than MARTIN
same color, different hues.

AIN’T THAT AMERICA…
They killed both brothers;
albeit different views.

The nonviolent
died violently.

The Jim Crow defiant
died violently.

COINTELPRO
couldn’t silence me.

Ghandi was a bigot,
Malcolm had a little more faith,
y’all better stop dreaming and stay woke.

I don’t want no pie in the sky,
the all-seeing eye won’t seal my fate;
the only God they trust is inscribed Federal Notes.

Thee American Dream is a hoax,
they still don’t want me to vote;
my neighborhood consists of liquor store – traphouse – storefront church,
I guess hope is the new dope.

Why they wanna sell me inebriate dreams of tomorrow,
while they live their dreams today
and I succumb to sorrow?

Explain to me why is it so easy for society to witness injustice everyday,
yet equal rights and justice are always coming on the morrow?

I wonder how people that look like me
are considered to be the minority
yet somehow we comprise the incarcerated majority?

I wonder why MLK day is the only public holiday dedicated to a minority?

Why we don’t dedicate holidays to the El-Hajj Malik’s and Fannie Lou’s of society?

Why do they extract brothers like Mumia and Dr. York from society?

I have a dream… and I pray I live to see the day when Sundiata, Mutulu, and Jamil Abdullah are paid retributions and returned to society.

I have a dream… that one day Assata, Kathleen, and Angela will be awarded for their contributions to society.

I have a dream… that one day names like Herman Wallace, Fred Hampton, and Mark Clark will resonate with society.

I have a dream… that women like Afeni, Mary Johnson Lowe, and Ruby Bridges are celebrated for their contributions to society.

I mean…
Why is Malcolm hated?
Why is Martin celebrated?
Why is the alpha Black Male castrated?
Where would we be if Harriet never made it?

–@StevieStreets #publicholiday #poem | More Malcolm than Martin