Special shoutout to Duane Holland, artivist, dancer, educator, body builder, dancer and most of all WARRIOR for inspiring the subject of this piece. Your example helped to save my life.
Warrior He wears his armor in his eyes, as they pierce the glare of the world. She wears her shield in her hair a jungle of twists and knots and curls MCs wield swords made of tongue and pen Dancers twirl to inspire friends We fight with strums of guitars and horn solos Players fight their battles adorned in polo, Matching colors just to say We all in this shit together today. We fight, with handshakes and familial hugs then recharge at night, cutting rugs swing and two-steps and jitter bugs and get our wounds healed by the local plug. See the world is a battlefield littered with subconscious land mines IED's explode in facebook posts the sound of mothers crying the sight of another black boy dying a president twisting his lips, lying about our history so we fight every day to emerge from the shadows of mystery. Warrior, strong and proud and true tell me do you see the Warrior In You? -Hadez
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I seriously found this poem on the floor of my room. It was definitely my handwriting but I don't really remember writing it. Anyways, it's titled "The Fall" and I hope you enjoy!
The Fall Delightful by day Destructive by nite Hoping to hide away Reality from sight Hennessy bottles Next to Juice and Gin A couple cups of Ciroc We're just starting to begin We're just starting to live This life of slow death One twisted day Twirling into the next Two O's on the table We're willing and able to roll it all, in reality This portion rather small We fill our lungs for a moment Let our legs stand tall For once We're in control Whippin our way to the mall A brief detour We take a second to stall Parades of shoes and shades We consume it all As we continue to fall Trapped on all sides Watched by the World's eyes As we wither and crawl Delightful by day Destructive by nite Hoping to hide away Reality from sight. THE GREATESTThe Greatest
A young boy stands in his room Shuffling his feet Hands raised in victory His voice raises shouts which ring, I am the Greatest! He had never been great before Until he watched his hero Whose golden brown skin shined like his Whose coarse black hair stood strong like his A hero who conquered beasts and stood over them as if to say I will never be defeated. A hero which stood for justice, Who taught the little boy to never back down Because you are black and you are proud And you are great. No, you are the Greatest No longer a little boy I am a man now, No longer a hero, our Ali is an Angel But the Greatest lives on in all of us So I salute him, not by gesture But by living as he would have wanted us all too; By loving our floating beauty which is like the butterfly’s And stinging those who do stand in our way like the Bee. Because I am the Greatest. I will never be defeated. R.I.P. to the Greatest. |
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