I & I

~by Rudi The aggravation of the nation brings me to the realization... To take out my frustration by putting pen to paper Or finger to keyboard as the case may be... For what I see is a population in much need of salvation Divine intervention, bringing forth a revelation Lame to walk, dumb to talk, blind to see... figuratively Call me uninformed, but I personally choose not to watch the news. Hearing about another crime, people fed up with the times, Escalating prices, ongoing crisis, as the death rate rises to a record high. Sometimes to an extent, I believe that ignorance is bliss Feeling secure in an unsafe world, unaware of each escape of Death’s kiss. What more should I be thankful for in times like this? Safety and security has now become a privilege not all can afford And being one of the lucky ones I thank God for each day. For my family and friends, I pray each night for protection as they go on their way. Depressing as it seems there’s one light, one beam That reminds us that

~By Romain Why the hang-up on relationships? Men and women, together must be? I say thee, "Nay!" We need to open our eyes and see the who we be when we are complete in ourselves. No wanting and yearning and needing someone else to make me me. That is my strength, and perhaps your loneliness also. But in strength I endure and in strength I am sure I can survive whatever is thrown my way, sent to trip me up in these confusing days of life, of love, of codependence. I love me. I love me some me before ever I shall love thee! For to hate oneself is to hate one's past, one's shaping and making-- to be the architect of one's own breaking and unmanning. For women--they know. They see you and see through you, to your core. They see the weak and the meek and the frailty of your soul. And they step on... Step on to the brothers that 'come correct', that do no right and bust no sweat. That take all they have and give nothing in return, because in them they see the ir

~by Rudi Reasons for the lack of love are floating everywhere. I’m searching for some hope, some sign that isn ’t even there. My heart is ready, wide open now, no barriers do I see Then why is no one coming in, what’s so darn wrong with me? The one I’m looking for is kind; she’s funny, smart and true, Her heart is pure, her smile is bright, her love spans through and through. Is this too much to ask, unreasonable my request? ‘Cause this I believe describes her well, the one who fits me best. She’s kinda short, well shorter than me; well, if I may be so bold Complexion dark as the most rare pearls, or fair as the marigold. Mushy? I know, well, I don’t care, it’s just the way I feel Too bad, who knows in what time or space this figment herself reveal. It’s funny how every girl I know wants a man who’s honest and kind, Yet when he happens to avail himself, in an instant, who once could see, are blind. “Where is my knight in shining armour? My prince I wait aloft.” But when he comes to res

Original: Sonny's Lettah By: Linton Kwesi Johnson From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan Dear mama good day I hope that when these few lines reach you they may find you in the best of health I doun know how to tell ya dis for I did mek a solemn promise to tek care a lickle Jim an try mi bes fi look out fi him mama, I really did try mi bes but none a di less sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres it was de miggle a di rush hour hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle to go home fi dem evenin shower mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus not causin no fuss when all of a sudden a police van pull up out jump tree policemen de whole a dem carryin baton dem walk straight up to me and Jim one a dem hold on to Jim seh dem tekin him in Jim tell him fi leggo a him for him nah do nutt'n and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n Jim start to wriggle de police start to giggle mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim? mek I tell you wa dem