I apologize that I have yet to educate America on the capabilities of the aboriginal indigenous intellectual male. I take full responsibility for my negligence. Instead of retarding myself -eradicating the power obtained through knowledge - I should have enlightened society until the established powers realize that the deconstruction of reconstruction was an inadequate attempt to destroy my legacy. By disregarding my obligations I allowed myself to become “another.” I refuse to, however, be aliented by or appertained to the connotations of that derogatory term, which was dissipated to deteriorate my integrity. I am a steadfast being, manifested with His favor, sent to overcome adversity and triumph over those who stole, beat, and raped my ancestors in order to annex my inheritance, although many disregarded the fact that my fortitude could not be disengage.
Address and or express
About the mess
They obsess to depress
Their negative attitudes
and platttitudes,
Disregarding intelligence
and aptitudes
The High and Haughty
Thinking ignorant and naughty
Having no disdain
They’re mentally deranged
With the knavery and slavery
False bravado, no bravery
So excuse me if I
Take a stand
Against their plan
Be a man
old and grand
Striving towards
The Promised Land
I Vent. . . . . .
An OReginal By Rasul
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I am not sorry if I went too deep
In the dependencies too steep
Panicking from a sea of apolo-lies
Pirate shipwreck, no compromise
Drowning overboard and grabbing limbs
Until sane ones lose their whims
Who’s left standing, none of them
Shallow the surface that submerged him
Got played all the way to the left
Then shifted back right. Lifted up
Plummeted down, spiraling beneath the ground.
Buried myself, until I turned into a seed.
Planted my wealth, fertilized alongside weeds.
Stumped my debt, no longer taller than trees.
Prioritize my health, fresh air only I breathe.
Joined a community, bulletproof financial foundation.
Living the dream, no bankruptcy nightmares from this nation.
Mother Nature I love you and thank you for allowing me the space to grow, develop, and mature. The day my hurricane went out of sight I lost the gateway to my soul. Although perceive as a natural disaster, I could not sleep without your aftermath. Always strong willed in your purpose, I believe I do not need a damn or levee to regulate your flow. In your absence, my dependency grows on an artificial irrigation system. Anticipating your eyewall is timeless, a giant piece of soil ready to receive your gifts, as each tick infinitely expanding between tock.
My perception of nature,
altered by the thought of you.
The twinkle in your eyes
reminiscent of the moon
brightening the begrudgingly dark sky.
So illusive in the distance,
yet the radiant glow
ushering in each new day.
Not to be eclipsed by your curves
traveling through each lunar phase.
The sun rises, warmth felt in its rays
like your sensual touch.
Birds singing along side angels,
in tune with the sound of your melodic voice.
Your words prickly like thorns
protecting your delicacies,
rose petals imitating the color of your lipstick.
Many women mistaken for precious metals,
merely iron on its way to rust.
All the elements on the periodic table
compared to you, a cloud of dust.
Society equating your intrinsic value
to that of material things.
I see a goddess
unwilling to commodify a priceless queen.
Your thoughts deeper than the ocean,
find one's self drowning
trying to understand you.
Yet like plants providing oxygen,
your breath reassuring the river to flow.
Steadfast in your beliefs,
tree rooted entrenched in the depths of earth.
Kings may sit on the throne
but your rightful position,
mother of humanity, always first!
Pressured Speech
The Real Financial Campaign of Atlanta
Perseverance
Pressured Speech
A Parody featuring Lyfe Jennings “It’s Real”
Pressured Speech
The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.
-Carl Gustav Jung
Spoken Word by Evõked
Spoken Word by Evõked
Spoken Word by Evõked
Spoken Word by Evõked
Spoken Word by Evõked
A Parody featuring Kane Brown “Backseat Driver”
An inexplicable love between father and son
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