This movie was being discussed at our BLM meeting and I thought I would summarize it in my own way.


You know how hard it is to get into Stuyvesant?
Top HS in New York, so you better listen,
That’s what my parents said to me, so it had to be,
Now, I’m taking a film class with Mr. Sawicki,

Haha, takin pics all day with that Yashica – cam,
Skaters flippin over garbage cans, ya’ll wish I can, 
but I can’t. It’s all good tho, cuz I’mma make movies
Rene wants in and soon there’ll be a line of groupies

Damn she’s so fine, all day and everytime 
I’m with her my mind unwinds
pinch me cause I mighta met the divine.

Then one day this balluh, asks me to pull up
My stomach sank low, and pushed my chest up
I coulda walked away and just been punk
But instead
I just took some shots of him trynna dunk

In this city, 5-0 be mad shady
Arrest you for walking, talking, spittin, 
shh anything!

One day – that day
He asked me to check out the bodega
Those 93 steps 
changed my life foreva

Saw the news, - dude’s dead
Damn, why’d I have to mess with King? 
Why’d I let him get to my head?

Ding Dong
Are you Steven Harmon?
Uhh yeah….
You have the right to remain….

Now I’m detained
rockin’ the orange and white stripes
The dude in next cell yells all night in fright!
I’m not suppose to be here man, I’m innocent
yeah we all innocent, just take a glimpse

When I make call, they bully me off
I don’t eat,
So when they take my lunch, I don’t feel the loss

They ain’t no room for gray in this court,
I’m black and she’s white ‘n she tryn’ to support
And defend another black kid 
or should I say monster?

That’s all you see, automatically
But that’s not me, I never pulled the heat, 
Will you believe me or do I accept defeat? 
This jury don’t know me, they don’t know my story

You know the difference between innocent and guilty?
Standin’ strong on your own truth        ya feel me?

This was inspired by John Oliver’s latest episode called Voting Rights. You can find him on YouTube.

The scene at Del Rio,
lookin' like a western,
Cowboys on horses,
Haitians with their chest burned
Whippin ‘em atrocious,
the immigration enforces
“Haiti’s a dead country”,
the president’s in corpses
Earthquakes devastate
and how do we mitigate?
Title 42 legislate,
with no public health debate

Right now it’s the Haitians,
soon all colored races,
18 states is blocking voter rights
Took hundreds of years
and POOF, they’re out of sight

Lets blaze the Filibuster in smoke
And support the Freedom to Vote,
Automatic registration in every state,
Election day’s now a federal holiday,
Allows all of us to vote by mail,
Protection for those that are vulnerable

Or don’t be surprised,
2024 - Orange Cancer on the rise,
The President once again
Infects this American pie,
Only this time –
the results aren’t benign.

To support the Freedom to Vote Act please visit 5calls.org and contact your representative.

My so called “unborn life”, has to be protected
I’m martyred by horns, cuz I’m livin’ Texas
I’m all alone with these scars and I only got 6 weeks,
Cuz in this lone star, ha! that’s a heartbeat

Mr. High Court decided, he's to save my fetus
Even if it means, killin’ this brave Venus
See the penis is god, all this fuss over his pus,
And se-men his children, thinking nothing can stop us

Jesus how they treat us Mary, huh? the unjust elitist,
But this isn’t just lust, its my body, I must,
have the right to decide, not you but I
why must he control me? can somebody please tell me why? 

‘Member in ‘19 how we were livin?
Beers on the beach, out sunbathin
Dippin in oceans, surfers in motion,
No caution in kissin, touchin or huggin
Breezy new sands, Hiking forest Lands
Wrist in bands on the righthand,
Backhand at the parkland 
Mountains so grand, I’m out in snowland 
Fresh AY! that I’m breathin’ 
Seeing places, embracin’ faces 
Sudden interruption, everythin’ changin’
COVID’s hittin’, so I’m sittin inside
This shit’s the pits, I spit truth no Lies
Whatta benefit, to be outside
Brotha I admit and I realize
Mother Nature! you so damn fine!

Now just for a minute, imagine a time
Her ice caps splits, tides on the rise
She submits-n-transmits that toxic oxide,
Her corals forfeit, COTS homicide
She didn’t consent, she’s discontent, 
We didn’t circumvent, now she’s bent and spent.
No arguments, her dissent’s cement 
Her scent went dormant, now it’s permanent.
Now hear the gents lament, no sunshine,
When she’s gone, Withers away, like Bill’s song
Without her, days turn to nighttime,
Our nitwit-skit stay ignorin’ the signs 
Species dying genocide
Robbin’ life, like Bonnie-n-Clyde
The numb skull’s high, it’s implied and worldwide
Sing-a lullaby, it’s our bedtime

Yo weather forecaster, don’t refrain, make it rain!
Hurricanes insane, east coast disaster
Whole west coast terrain Reign of Fire,
Cloak of smoke chokin’ dire desire
Sun’s dyed red, skies cry with grime,
Krypton’s dead, ‘cuz-a too much pride 
Jorel tried, adios goodbye,
While Superman…... did survive
There's no reversin’ Earth’s spin, there's no rewindin’ time
This ain’t Sci-Fi, sorry McFly,
Guess we left the timeline behind
maybe we finally realize?
Now all our dimes can’t save this cloud 9
We gotta change the paradigm
How to keep the Goddess, coincides
With wellness for our bodies and mind

Just ask Musk, we all can’t fly
To Moon or Mars, most’ll be on standby.
Or left behind, intertwined like a vine 
or maybe just confined like its 1999 
Back in Colombine, lyin’ in slime
and we yellin and screamin', MINE IS MINE!

To prevent all this snide, we align not divide,
Gotta reinvent, Gotta redefine

How ‘bout this one? “Problem ain’t mine?”
Devout confusion, when you in your prime 
Division’s an illusion, between you and I 
We all connected, ask Bohm quantum guy 
Whoa, whoa Einstein, I can’t even find cosine 
Been silo’d with, Psylocibin
Well Jokes aside, try the fungus, I'd
bet it’d straight dilate your 3rd eye real wide
Hate inya’ heart becomes untied
Unwind, sip the wine, witchya Valentine
Lover’s on the climb, dove’s so divine 
Recover-n-rewind, guess what?
The problem IS mine!
Yo Earth’s our nest, we gotta apply
A healthy chest for the body and mind
Travel with this guide, it’ll be divine
Gavel’s quick’n collides, I just testified! 

This was inspired by and entirely taken from John Oliver's Last Week Tonight episode. See the entire episode here. Shout out to John Oliver and his entire crew. I appreciate their continued effort on shedding light on these deep and complex issues that rarely see the sun.

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A 20 year war and I ask you why
1000s on a jet and yet none of ‘em can fly
hanging on to the wheels of the bold and brave
keepin it real, falling back to their grave

The cradle of man, countless invasions,
Moguls, British, Russians and Americans

Female subjugation, 
stadium executions,
Didn’t really matter
‘Til the 11th of September

The mask of vengeance wears a crusade
dropping food and bombs, here’s some drones to your aid
We save them by killing - 71,000
civilians and kids, now we leavin’ ‘em gouging

The promise of democracy
only left with kleptocracy
We paid war lords and drug traffickers
Cuz it’s easier than understanding the country’s political power
 
From Bush to Trump, yeah even Obama,
“We’ve made progress, there’s no more trauma”
We were fed like babies, whatever’s on TV 
“We’ve made progress, Afghan’s now free!”

General Lute – was our mid-east czar,
He didn’t have the foggiest
as to the purpose of this war.

US interest, is what brought us in
They’re dependent on us, see that’s how we win!
US interest, is what's bringing us out
SIGAR reports, we had no plan no doubt!

There’s a crisis coming, foreign and domestic
Our allies abroad no hope just pessimistic,
Our veterans abroad finally seeing a stop sign
But when they get home, they dialin’ the suicide hotline

Take a minute and show the world you care
Call your rep, and tell them all this shit ain’t fair.

My plait of perfection
makes me                              untouchable 
My cage of convention
makes me                              unreachable
My wake of wisdom
makes me                              unhuggable
My reign of reason
makes me                              unallowable
My craze with comparison
makes me                              unacceptable 

but

The touch of your skin,
makes perfection a fiction 
The reach of your care,
an intervention to tension
A hug in your arms,
a sage to my wisdom 
The way you allow me to be me,
gives all my reasons a vacation
Your acceptance of me,
all comparisons  - oblivion. 

She opens her rocks,
Her Snapple crackle pops,
See her real milky spark
to my mark in the dark
She’s the Queen of wands
As she reaches for my pawn
She got it good, 
yo she got it tough,
She gave it raw-n-rough 
and shhhh wasn’t enough 
She can take it all, 
while humming innocence,
I'll tell you about my fall, 
man haven’t been since
She wraps it tight, 
I’m talking turban tight
her turpentine's on time, 
Raisin the resin in my pine
All that will that I drill, 
breathing like a windmill 
No pills so don't spill
slowly killing for her shrill
Her soul explodes 
Like chrysanthemums stars
No longer alone,
Her anthem’s sung hard 
Her music’s moist in my hands,
Hold it.. god damn it! I can’t,
She made this devil dance,
Will she give me another chance? 

Why can’t you just love me?
I just want to be held 
I just want to be touched

I ask for so little, and get nothing of the such
I’m so alone, I’m drowning, can you help me up?

I’m so easy to please, just a soft caress,
No fancy dresses, just a head on my chest

When your heart opens even one degree
I’m filled with joy and child-like glee

I watch my every action, for my sensitive sultan,
Hear the eggs shells crackin, as I cower within

Hard way to live, and a testament of my love
When will he give his heart, to this loyal dove?

Why can’t you just love me?
I just want to be held 
I just want to be touched

Inspired by Irene's poetry class!

Your sea of skills with depths of discipline
    is a Fisher Price fish tank upon inspection.
All your waves of success that you think you feel
    it isn’t just you that brings the aura of your teal.
No longer waiting or waning, I phase myself,
    to remind you of me, 
that which winds life to your kelp.

These eyes of mine help me see
Objects and things with such clarity
I’m blind to the deep the subjects beneath,
The ghosts, the spirits the souls they seek
To be seen and heard, yet my fixate
And pupils dilate on surface bueaty
my child elates
How to abandon years of seeing?
How to bandage years of bleeding?
The tower was flipped now it’a matter of time,
When the world ends and it begins a new rhyme.