searching for one’s self?
the answers are not out there.
why not look within?
–@StevieStreets #haiku | searching for one’s self
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
Breathe deep and do more of what makes you happy while you can.
Book The Flight!
Dance in the rain and write your name in the sand.
Stay close to people who feel like sunlight,
Give this world good energy,
And Shine your light on the world.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Give people their flowers while they’re here,
And Spread love like it’s your last day in this world.
I mean, if you had 24 hours to love,
What would you say? What would you do?
The perfect time never arrives,
Don’t wait to compliment her eyes,
Don’t hesitate to tell her she is beautiful.
If you love that woman,
You better send her flowers with notecards that read Just Because – just because!
If you know she’d be missed immensely,
You better not wait until she’s gone to appreciate all that she was.
If time was running out,
Would you personify Sade’s I Couldn’t Love You More?
If I told you you are a Beautiful Surprise,
Would you leave me like Meshell Ndegeocello – Outside Your Door?
When I remind you:
Such pretty hair
And whisper so beautiful in your ear,
Am I wrong to think Forever My Lady?
How do you suppose I have a type when you are the prototype, sweet lady?
Would hear my love language in my silence?
Would you see the smile in my heart speaks of I think I’m in love again?
If ever I should get a little shy,
Shall I serenade thee with a little If I Should Ever Fall In Love Again?
And should emotions make you cry sometimes,
May you tell me When Will I See Your Smile Again?
When I wish that you were mine,
Shall I summon thee with A Ribbon In The Sky or My Cherie Amour?
If time is like a clock in my heart,
Would you Show Me Love like Alicia and Miguel sang, when I walk through the door?
If I told you I love you in place where there’s no space or time,
Would ye sideways, upside down, ceiling or the ground,
Each hour – each second – each minute – each day?
When I text you should be here,
Would reply smiling face with 3 hearts, on the way?
I mean, how could you tell me leave when you mean stay,
When those pretty brown eyes say you’ve already played with the idea of me being here,
Although it’s getting late
And your smile is beaming of woke up this morning – (is it the way) on replay?
–@StevieStreets #hopelessromantic Love Fiercely (Everything I Never Told You revisited)
“Black women deserve a love that doesn’t require suffering first.” –Unknown
BLACK LOVE MATTERS
And for that matter
Black Mental Health Matters.
Who taught you to make Black Women feel like they don’t deserve?!
How long before you realize love is a verb?
Come on, Black Man,
When you gonna give that Black Woman the love that she deserves?
Why do Black Girls learn to love from a hurt place?
If happiness looks good on her,
Why must ye be the one to put tears on her face?
On second thought,
If the Black Woman is GOD,
Why don’t ye love her religiously,
Worship her African features,
And impart the divine grace that allows her to love from a safe place?
Don’t you know,
You should love her fiercely,
Erase her insecurities,
And give her a sense of security?
Why don’t ye train your Black Boys to recompense Black Women
For the generations that failed to offer her the surety of intimacy,
Peace of mind and other sensibilities?
Should the Black Family be repaired,
The Black Man must draw upon the innate propensity to uplift Black Women, immensely.
If energy is kinetic,
the prophecies are Kemetic,
How long before the Black Man propels the Black Woman forward?
How long before ye love the Black Woman endlessly
And reciprocate the same intensity that she offers in support of your well-being and natural abilities?
My poems are not poems
and I say that to say:
As long as I can remember,
I remember how brokenhearted Black Women have loved wholeheartedly.
But you don’t hear me though…
Why is it so easy for a Black Woman to take pieces of a man and love him wholeheartedly?
Dear Black Woman,
I apologize for not giving you my full attention and loving you half-heartedly.
To the women I’ve once loved,
For those moments when I was emotionally unavailable,
This is my public apology.
If the Black Man, Woman, and Child embody the sun, moon, and stars,
I jus’ wanna gallivant the cosmos,
Collect pennies from heaven,
Adore the moonlight in your hair,
Then come back earth to earth reciprocity.
If my nostalgic ways are to expound sentiments of sankofa,
I jus’ wanna look around,
Bask in Black Love,
And resound Ancient Kemetic Philosophy.
–@StevieStreets #protectblackwomanhood #poem | Black Love Matters Too
Call me old fashioned but I still believe A WOMAN’S DECISION is a woman’s decision.
I mean, how can the same idiots that oppose Affordable Health Care impose bill in the best interest of women?
Are we supposed to forget Georgia has the highest maternal mortality rates in the United States?
I mean, how could the same state that put educators in prison possibly care about fetal life? When are we gonna talk about juveniles being sentenced as adults in this state?
Don’t worry we’ll Reclaim Georgia by electing delegates that actually confer with the constituent body.
Question: How do you suppose we #endrapeculture while legislation is being forced to take hold of a woman’s body?
I don’t understand why the State of Georgia wants control of a woman’s body…
Does anyone else see the elephant in the room?
Can’t you see, they’re stripping “the rights” right off of women? How long must ye pretend to turn a blind eye?!
How’d we’d let these weak men legislate rape? Why isn’t the LIFE Act considered as a form of forcible rape? I mean, Kemp just signed a bill to coerce consent of a woman’s body!
My poemsvarevnot poems…
and I say that to say: May the words “Forcibly and Against Her Will” resound throughout the room.
But don’t mind me, I just tend to think rape occurs when the victim may be legally incapable of consent…
Then again, who am I to ponder historical legal definitions, the police shoot and kill people that look like me on Facebook Live and the grand jury seems to always find a way to turn a blind eye.
–@StevieStreets #womensrights / #artisactivism #poem | Forcibly and Against Her Will
Right wing fanatics have no regard for WOMENS RIGHTS!
When we gonna talk about how the idiots behind the hashtag i am the pro-life generation are staunch proponents of mass incarceration?
I mean, how did we put A WOMAN’S DECISION in the same hands that write tough on crime laws and death penalty legislation?
We can’t even get the GOP to talk sensibly about gun reform yet they expect me to believe HB481 should be used to determine life?!
If you ask me why this heartbeat bill breaks my heart, I will ask you: Where is your regard for life when women are raped?
How does Ed Setzler (and the Republicans who campaigned on conservative values) plan to eradicate the State of Georgia’s sex trafficking epidemic?
When did A WOMAN’S CHOICE become pandemic? When you gonna see we need more euthenics and less eugenics?
I guess anything goes but Kavanaugh is still a nah; I don’t understand how a man accused of rape was not recused from the Supreme Court Justice of the United States.
When did rape culture become pop culture? This can’t be America!
Then again, we let a man who alluded to sexual assault become President of the United States of America.
Sometimes I wonder: Why do assault rifles get more support than survivors of sexual assault in America?
How does “a state that values life” impinge the toughest abortion bill in the country?
Is it me – or did the LIFE Act kill the morale of women throughout the country?
My poems are not poems…
And I say that to say: I jus’ wanted to illustrate how I stand with those that want to Reclaim Georgia and draw attention to the state with the highest maternal mortality rate in the country.
–@StevieStreets #awomanknowsherbody #poem | When Did Rape Culture Become Pop Culture?
📷 : @millennialsforabrams
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
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
The ARTS tend to bring us together…
Even in a war torn world,
poetry – music – and art would always string together
In the symphony of life,
That little art in heART shall help us heART the ARTS and connect us forever
Although, at times, we may find it hard to string together common ground,
As we orchestrate our differences in the key of life, the culture of us shall resound
As the inclusiveness of the violin, viola, cello, double bass, and harp string together a beautiful sound,
So too shall the diversity of us create harmony
For the strings tying us together shall always be tied to peace – love – and harmony,
the common ground collective shall always be found in the beauty of banding together
My poems are not poems…
Yet my heartstrings strike a chord amongst those that see the beauty in banding together
And I say that to say:
How long must ye single each other out before ye band together?
As the poets put words together,
The musicians bring instruments together,
And the artists blend colors together,
So too must all walks of mankind come together
As dialect is not detected in laughter,
Joy is the instrument that brings forth the cliché “that is music to my ears!”
For how sweet the sound of a foreign dialect,
When love is the universal language and common ground is shared
To become familiar with your neighbor’s traditions and customs is to erase your fears
-StevieStreets #thecultureofus #poem | The Strings Tying Us Together (Defining Culture)
“When we’re defining culture, it’s often about how you can turn something that’s not yours into your own. I always felt that Bach was my music — I lived my whole life living and experiencing this music almost every day. It’s in my skin, it’s in my bones, it’s in my memory – it’s in all my experiences. And I believe that until we stop becoming human, Bach’s music is going to be continually listened to, because of the kind of understanding that he brings to human nature. It is one way that #cultureconnectsus.”
-@yoyoma.official | Prélude to Bach’s Cello Suite No.1 Six Evolutions