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Living In ‘Merica

How many protest songs do we have to sing?
I am weary of hearing continuing tales of sadness
Wrapped in verses fraught with pain and angst
Over repeated generational injustices sustained
Voices of outrage covered in angry tears
How many more times can we see things before we are numb?
To the atrocities and genocide
Plastered on our timelines every day
Angry we have to feel some kind of way
The smell of fear and loathing permeate the air
While misinformation and mistrust hold hands
Stroking a latent xenophobia
As the media ringmaster plans the next move
We only see what they want us to see
#editedtruthforthemasses
The news has become a cage match
We are forced to defend our outrage
That often falls on deaf ears covered in privilege and ignorance
Vetted by FOX they believe their source is infallible
And are quick to respond that “All Lives Matter”
When the loss of life is Black in blue hands
(say officer three times fast…Overseer)

But this is not a new scenario
We never really left this plantation matrix
Morphing slavery into sharecropping and strange fruit into video lynching
We have cried for our mothers/fathers/sons/daughters
For years we have tried to tell our side of the story
But verbal truth was always discounted
And we had lying eyes…
Now technology is our oculus for knowledge
Instantaneous verification is still questioned
And police are hardly ever arrested…
Disbelieving eyes glazed over to crimes against people of color
Who are shot and asked questions later
This can’t be real in 2016 some might say
Where can you go without seeing/hearing this almost every day?
Shot while walking
Shot on the ground
Shot for wearing a hoodie
Shot in a car
Shot for selling cigarettes/cds
Shot from a distance…
The pattern of injustice is incomprehensible
This epoch’s version of Jim Crow
Seems as if more they try to come clean, the less we know
And we have railed against the establishment with marches and such
But we have not hit them in their pockets much
So the directive now seems clear
The only way to affect change is to monetarily strike fear
In those who seek to quell our existence
We can no longer be passive in our insistence
To be protected and preserved
and our voices will be heard
When remind them of our financial power
Monetarily we can affect change
#boycott2016
And the reverberations of our dissent will demand attention
Time for this paradigm to be eradicated
Because the time for excuses is expired
And this time the Revolution is Streaming Live….

Negus

Wassup My Negus?
No I didn't stutter or call you out of pocket
I called you by a moniker of love
Lost in translation
Taken out of context
and filled with poison
there is no longer room for error
Let’s take our lexes back

The sum of us reflected In the Cosmos
Spinning and creating infinite space
Light and dark swirling together in the extraterrestrial vastness
Metaphysical landmarks mark epochs on a cosmic calendar
And we exist only in the last 20 minutes of our universes clock
Yet time seems irrelevant when spirit
Is on hiatus
But our evolution is pre ordained…

Descended from royalty
We understand the original gravity of words
As we modify negative obsolete definitions
And start with one suggestion
Naturally Enlightened Gods Understand Spirituality
Know your value
for we are NEGUS.

Look Within

I thought our worst days were behind us
In the distance seemed we were evolving
but our rapid evolution blinds us
the call of advancement binds us
LOOK WITHIN...

In the wake of a million likes, tweets and swipes
Under the guise of instant information
facts are often unchecked and untrue…
We are succumbing to mind altering advancements
that 40 years ago seemed impossible
which to some, seems like a long time but is just a microcosm
of our brief time on this orb...
LOOK WITHIN...

It seems that the closer we seem to get to higher consciousness
Technology gives us distractions disguised as infotainment
that derails and diffuses linear thought
so that we aimlessly amass knowledge of someone’s choosing
in this growing selfie society that grew out of the ME generation
there is a disconnect from real social connection
It’s easier exhibiting affection in emojis and pms…
No need to go see the fam when you can Skype or Facebook
Better than back in the day when #booksmatter
kids spent more time playing outside than on a console
and punishment for acting out was a thing
respect was the word of the day
And tv was something you watched for news and laughs…
But as time changes so do we…
LOOK WITHIN...

What is our path to a spiritual awakening?
It’s said we are individual universes
All spinning in our own galaxies
Destined for greatness our paths often unclear
We can feel isolated and lost
forgetting we are connected
By a dissonnant cord
that when unified brings harmony
and we see our common humanity
LOOK WITHIN...

The journey to the next level will need a collective leap
To our higher selves…
Then our Earthsong can be complete.
©2016 Deb Townes

PENUMBRA

As a Black Woman a sister in the struggle
the night is my friend
blanketed in its velvety softness I find peace....
protected by ebon shadows I freely move....
while comforted by an obsidian umbra
I create...
inside smooth polished darkness
the Godlike side of my creations amplifies the light
There is an affinity a oneness
as opposites compliment in yin and yang....
dawn and dusk.... man and woman....
all converging in the infinite border of twilight...

I am Nubia
born in the umbra of Mother Africa
only to die proudly shrouded
in the penumbra of the New World....
my eclipse is now complete....

Problem

Problem


I am having a slight problem, you see
With the current fake reality
Tokenism with a lot of fiction/history?
In a colorized transracial context
We are told to see
Past old mistakes
And ignore the wrongs
But as the chance for a higher consciousness
Becomes viable
Collectively this country shies away from
The chance to be more…reliable?
It is not by accident that we are in a state of flux…
The powers that be use the rest of us
Like living batteries we fuel the top 1%
Our lives lived but not well or fully spent
And the winds of discontent
Blow violently in the face of disrespect
In a land that lays claim to the home of the brave
When its foundation was built on the backs of slaves
People removed from their birthplace
Who lost names and humanity and family
And asked to serve humbly
No longer masters of their own fate
For centuries
That still drip into the cracks of uprisings
So, I am having a slight problem, you see
With the current fake reality
From Paris to New York and beyond
The sparks of revolution are igniting again
Because that is what this country was founded on
Revolution is the raison d’etre
Taking from others was the gateway
That remains open to this day
We are the best at war
But won’t fight for the poor
Or our elders who fought the hardest wars
Or the proud people who were here before
Who communed with nature and knew the terrain
Given reservations to anesthetize their pain
Yet this country demands respect
When it hasn’t earned it yet
A bully with a heart of gold
At least that is the how the story is told
Because reality has been PhotoShopped
Outsourced to the lofty few who deem what IS
For me and you
So, I am having a slight problem, you see
With the current version of reality
technology is a frenemy that leveled the field
So more information (thanks Snowden) is being revealed
The darkest parts of our country’s history should be repealed
And the lies of the past unsealed
For the cause of liberty
Tell them of the atrocities
From slavery, racism and police brutality
Keep it 100 with stories no one wants to hear
The wrongs made when the mirror of history is unclear

So, I am having a problem, you see
With the current fake reality
I think George Carlin said it eloquently:
“It’s called the American Dream,
Because you have to be asleep
To believe it”
So you can work forever and never achieve”it”
The promise of pie in the sky in flames
In that lofty top one space…
Rise up 99 times and feel ashamed
It is the powers not the people
Who hold the blame
If you wanna save face
Use your power to transform the game
Like Michael J. used to say “Make that change”
Help the less have more
Trickle down is obsolete
So build up from the floor
Use your resources to elevate this country
Leave your entitlements at the door
And go back to the time
when neighbor meant friend
because at the end of the day--
It’s simply about those you help in the end…


If I can do my duty, as a good man ought,
If I can bring back beauty, to a world up wrought,
If I can spread love's message, as the Master taught,
Then my living shall not be in vain. Mahalia Jackson