- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Fragments
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Click hereThis is a revolution
in fragments,
war-torn and hard bitten,
fighting its way up
from the abasement
of mind.
I'm sick of this bullshit
about authenticity
as though all that's true
can be defined by ethnicity.
And I'm sick of these liars
telling me what's pretty or treating
me like my rhymes stink
or I can't think
if I come from the wrong
side of the city.
I'm sick of being told
how it feels to be black
just like I'm sick
of all these "Def" poems
about babies on crack
from kids who left the ghetto
(if they were ever there)
and sure as hell don't go
back. And I'm tired
of being rallied by fools
whose only idea of revolution
ends with the attack.
But mostly, I'm tired of
revolution itself not
because there are no causes
worth seeking our evolution,
worth dying,
or even living, for
but because sometimes I think
it would be nice to do more
than spin in the same
circles.
This is a revolution
in fragments--
other parts are in
a notebook,
the corner,
your mind.
- COMMENTS
cymbidiaalmost 17 years agoYou may not like my characterization, R, but in Fragments your words resound with the authenticity achieved only by someone who can knit words into that which is a heretofore unlettered truth. Like the blood-red climbing roses that stretch out along my backyard fence, your wordsmithing has grown vibrantly strong over the years. I'm glad for you--and mightily impressed.
The questions about how authenticity is derived by ethnicity don't resonate much in my world. Maybe i just don't see it, maybe it's just not there overmuch. But everyone questions their authenticity. Everyone hurts over their forward progress. Everyone wonders if they're the only ones spinning in the same small circles, endlessly.
Your words hold broadly applicable meaning because they ask--from the 'abasement' of our minds (what a consummate, skilled and supremely delicate in a gothlike way turn of phrase! Brava! Brava!)--is what i am real enough? Is what i will fight for good enough? Why all the stereotypes?
unapologeticalmost 17 years agohttp://forum.literotica.com:81/showthread.php?p=22517841#post22517841
