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Beats-N-Rhymes
I use to love them
Equally.
(They) shared heart space
and abode in
equal shares of my devotion.
Inside both,
I placed my hopes and
those dreams they worked toward
with me.
Forming chapters of my history,
explored unfolding mysteries
in threesomes’ burning passions.
Fruit bearing interactions -
creative juices splashing
with fertility
to ripeness.
Until one produced a likeness
not my own.
What once was righteous
now was blown
all to hell.
A deep betrayal felt
within my bones.
I was compelled
to leave alone
that Jezebel.
Gave her share
unto the other.
Made it clear
I could not love a
infidel with changing colors
while her sister bore me art.
Sweet melodies
became a part
of all we did.
Be still my heart
that skipped
‘pon Jezebel’s return.
In a café on Fulton street
she spoke
of how much she had learned.
Showed me she had grown,
how maturity had burned
her conscience with
a true responsiveness
to our deep concerns.
Welcomed back into our fold
she filled a slightly different role -
putting words to the emotions
emanating from my soul
over rhythms her soul sister
and I lovingly composed.
Jezebel, was once rap lyrical
now Jezebel is my prose.
-HymnAgen
Sunday, August 28, 2016
W T F ?!?
Are these
muthafukaz really
rockin weaves?
Negro puh-leeze
pull yo tight-azz dungarees
from behind yo knees
and up over yo azz again!
Start lookin and
actin like men.
I get that daddy wasn’t there.
Feelinz hurt.
Got you frontin
like you don’t care,
but what the fuk that gotta do
with you sewin in some hair?
Or weavin in a beard?
Damned abomination…
Might as well be
wearin foundation
and blush.
Strong Sistaz screamin,
”They more woman than us
nowadays!”
So, if you gay, be gay!
It is what it is.
If you straight, be straight!
Brotha, handle your biz,
but you blurrin the line
like everything’s fine
looking hazy.
You crazy;
fukin outta your mind!
Sistaz I know
want security not questions.
Want conviction not suspicions
of illicit indiscretions
restin in the back of their brains.
Questioning if you
and your dude
got some fluid exchange
action in before goin back to them!
Now I won’t accuse you
of being confused, dude,
but like that weave…
you sowin confusion,
and I don’t know
what you tryin to prove, man,
but it shouldn’t have to be so hard
to see what you are, my G!
- HymnAgen
Thursday, August 11, 2016
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Decisions, decisions
Decisions, decisions
Accept me or reject me.
Belittle me not.
Your hollow words
and empty deeds
of supposed tolerance
for me can only serve
to expose my lack
of acumen discerning
affable ways
to say to you politely
what a curt Fvck You
conveys.
- HymnAgen
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Tunnel Vision
Tunnel Vision
A man with a mission.
Swiss watch precision.
Moving like a tuned
mechanism toward his vision.
No detours.
His only reward: His success.
Faith in himself like religion.
His steps? Measured.
Each hurdle on his journey
met with pleasure,
greatly motivating his endeavors.
Too clever to be thwarted.
No challenge accepted
forfeit or aborted.
Win or lose, his effort is rewarded
with new knowledge.
Swiss watch precision.
Moving like a tuned
mechanism toward his vision.
No detours.
His only reward: His success.
Faith in himself like religion.
His steps? Measured.
Each hurdle on his journey
met with pleasure,
greatly motivating his endeavors.
Too clever to be thwarted.
No challenge accepted
forfeit or aborted.
Win or lose, his effort is rewarded
with new knowledge.
- HymnAgen
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Monday, January 25, 2016
Monday, January 18, 2016
Misunderstood
Misunderstood
We are not necessarily shy.
Not necessarily timid.
Not collectively antisocial,
although our engagement
does have its limits.
Our small talk inept,
yet in topics of heft
we effervesce
with insightful opinions.
Those like-minded souls
be our minions.
The side line is our dominion.
Where large numbers congregate
we feel the pull and coagulate.
Gravitating despite being strangers.
We are not necessarily shy.
We are introverts.
-HymnAgen
Sunday, January 17, 2016
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Why And What
They ask me, “What?”
What is my fascination with adoration and infatuation?
Not taking into consideration that these are the kernels
from which the lifeblood of man and wife love
springs forth.
They ask me, “Why?”
Why do I trivialize my ink addressing such things
when in less time than the blink
of a human eye our brothas and sistas die?
Rarely taking the time to think
that love gives rise to devotion;
that your heart when it has your nose open
will sacrifice itself so their hopes and
their dreams not only survive…but thrive,
renewing your purpose in being alive. So, I sigh…
For What and Why need not be asked.
Just look at our black family’s past:
When family bonds were armor.
When our matriarchs were honored
as the backbone of our clans
in these distant and foreign lands
that bred us for stronger hands
and longer hours than they
themselves could stand.
When that crow named James
cawed laws to maintain
his control over his own mother,
and though his scientists would discover
we ALL descend from the same maternal
womb, still can’t accept we are brothers.
When our money - just as green -
held in our hands somehow seemed
unworthy of their economy
so we built our own
since they wanted to be…segregated,
but they couldn’t leave us alone.
So when we excelled they let their hatred
loose like vicious beasts! Crushed our bones,
burned our banks and made rivers of black Wall streets
run with our blood on several occasions
all across this damnable nation!
When they who professed Christian ways
sent numerous black men to early graves
for daring hold them accountable to their own teaching!
Subjected black children to hosings and beatings
for holding up mirrors to their shame!
How did we survive this?
Love…Black love to be precise is
the fundamental source of our resilience
for bouncing back from every foul experience
we’ve encountered, and we’re still here.
And even today, we still dare to cry out for justice
when those sworn to protect us choose to touch us
with the finger of death but what’s fvcked up is
our love for ourselves ain’t the same.
Got us looking outside of our own to attain some semblance of joy.
Hoodwinked by divide and conquer tactics they employ;
causing us to resent us. To be against us.
Embracing images that misrepresent us so we might reject …us.
So don’t ask me Why and What as it pertains to what I pen.
If adoration is the seed of love, that’s where I must begin.
I will water it ‘til tears of grief become joy once again,
or until the day that I no longer can.
-HymnAgen
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