—NativeSun(excerpt from “I Think I’m Ali”)
Tag Results: Poetry
SLEEPWALKERS
Fuck a dream,
I never wanna sleep again!
I’m up late nights (scribing my life)
with a pad and a pen
What up Souljah!?
We could trade war stories for weeks on end
I’m Hung… gifted… Black, and for real…
See, I don’t have to pretend
There’s an entire generation out there claiming they bang
(‘cause of some shit that they heard from Wayne)
…let’s change lanes,
The only “blood” I claim is through kinship,
and The Redeemer
If you a dreamer with wool over yo eyes,
You gon’ have to #wakeUp to survive
How blind do we have to be, to fail to see (we losin)
allowing industries to feed us poisons of our choosing…
(buffet-style)
Don’t ever settle for a mess of pottage #goDeeper
Stop being slaves to the programs
coming out of those speakers
…and realize that each of you are ambassadors of your communities…
…and how blessed you are
to have these opportunities
to venture out and see the world
‘cause back home,
are little boys and girls that can’t even imagine this…
All these free meals?
You’ve grown out of touch with the experience
of not having shit…
I want you to walk away with substance when I finish this
That’s why I take time to enunciate my sentences
Empowering the defenseless with that old common sense shit
Rather than,
utilizing this moment in time,
to rave about my sexual prowess
(which can speak for itself, and tie your line up for hours)
Let’s get back to Black
and to The People (be) Power
It just seems to me as though,
too many brothaz are sleepwalking
and men that are mentally unequipped,
to grip their lips are the only ones shit talkin
Unresolved issues with their parents, apparently
gets ‘em nervous in my presence
Shielding their eyes from this light,
(understandably)
See, I’ve got kids of my own to raise…
Don’t want them wilding in the street as I did back in the days
I’m lion-hearted,
and Lord you let a beast out the cage
I’m on my knees daily,
because You’re worthy of praise
I hope that folks receive the message
despite a few expletives,
you see…
The only way I know how to express myself
is passionately
‘it irks me that these men and women
fail to give credit where due…
Father,
Everything that I am,
…everything i’ve come through…
May as well be nothing
if I can’t acknowledge
that I get it from You
Now I see…
I was lost… seeking the light, and ended up becoming a light [to others] along the way.
—NativeSun
“The odds are against me… My corner is screaming for me to get up and finish the fight for a clean cut victory… The crowd is chanting my name, and folks who once turned their backs on me are wishing they had front row tickets right about now!”
“They are focused solely on the deliverables, and are unconcerned with what’s actually taking place within the factory… When the machines break, fingers are pointed and no one wants to be held accountable for the cost of repair/recovery.”
—NativeSun (excerpt from “Powers that Be”)
“…and So, is the story of my life: My thoughts are countless, and my words are timeless. Poetry leaves me, yet the passion remains… making me easy to love, yet difficult to understand, fully, at times.”
NativeSun
Homecoming
Half a world away, I lie here
unable to escape restlessness
Vivid images play on repeat,
and even with shut eyes
I cannot look away
My slumber has been compromised
by the echoing thunder of war
Although here,
There will be no cries from sirens or loudspeakers
The Sun and the Moon
Behind the silence
hides a ball of emotion
that sheds flames in place of tears
As each sentiment fights for an opportunity
to become the moment’s expression
The exterior exhibits the facade of neutrality
as an inferno rages on inside screaming:
I Love You…
I Want You…
…and I NEED You, in my life!
Also hidden within these confines,
is a voice that pleads with God
for forgiveness,
and guidance
But, it is
at this time
that I…
am content
…with my confusion
