Eight caps released zoned in and seeking
That black back attracts ‘em like a homing beacon
Five find their prey and all the shooter can say
Is he felt threatened by a n!gger who was RUNNING AWAY
-HymnAgen
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Eight caps released zoned in and seeking
That black back attracts ‘em like a homing beacon
Five find their prey and all the shooter can say
Is he felt threatened by a n!gger who was RUNNING AWAY
-HymnAgen
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KingQadarDwon' says: Those problems are going to keep occurring, until we fully unite.. Truly sad tho.. Great powerful short piece.. |
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hymnagen says: It is what it is which is...WRONG. Thanks, bruh |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY HymnAgen
HopeA slave to memories of yesterdays and lost tomorrows. Rarely present, ‘cause the present isn’t pleasant. Smiles borrowed from the briefest recollections of true joy are employed, and a lying countenance of misdirection is deployed. Depression is a line trod along, yet not crossed. This sorrow is recurrent, yet promise is never lost. For sometimes the Sun shines to brighten darkened paths. Sometimes familiar touches tickle us enough to laugh, and maybe, for a moment, make us present.
- HymnAgen |
SinHow can we give in to this sin that has been beckoning? This sin that has us questioning our ethics – rights and wrongs. Second guessing things we thought we knew were true – the very bonds we formed in each other's absence. Nothing that matters is past tense. Still, in the present I feel no shame. In your presence I feel only this flame you always fueled. This fire you keep feeding during these clandestine meetings, all leading up to this evening. Can you hear my drummer beating? The pounding in my chest as our hands knead our flesh between our fingers? We should have left long before it came to this. Why did we linger like my mouth over your breast – salivating – an... |
Pledge of LiesOne nation,
under God,
indivisible…
Hmmph…
but on the street we treat each other like the other is invisible.
We don’t speak.
Our eyes don’t meet with intention.
When they accidently do, it’s awkwardly,
because your penchant to smile uncomfortably attempting to appease some violent rage – as if some beast loosed from its cage resides in me –
CREATES very the rage you behave as if exists within my heart at all times. So, why shouldn’t I be pissed when your eyes are passing judgment, and your deportment convicts? ... |
Why?That haunting question That quest for meaning That line our reasoning draws connecting dots for solace when we lack the knowledge we seek – who am I – which makes us complete is always “Why?”
- HymnAgen |
Queen B!tchesTo me, you were |
Oh, You're Pissed?I've got so many thoughts in my head tangled, ensnared like a fly in a web. Strangled; unable to ride on a breath. Words dangle from tip of my tongue. I reflect . . . Lives mangled and burned as if angels had turned their backs on our blackness. God wasn't concerned. In His Name my three-fifths-ness always reaffirmed in the minds of the privileged. Real lessons been learned. HANDS UP, 'cause mine MATTERs. CAN'T BREATHE while I'm battered. Emotionally, I am choked and blood-spattered. Unarmed with batons to deep states of tazer. Tears bleed from the eyes of my seed at behaviors disbelieved by white neighbors. Deny their own eyes even when LIVE STR... |
Post Traumatic Slave DisorderSunday, we lay hands on, and we pray on each other. Monday, we lay hands on, and we prey on each other. Yet we are still... immersed in denial like corpses... still... immersed in the Nile, caught up in day-to-day like river currents.
-HymnAgen |
With Open ArmsMy feet have tread this soil half the expected years I suspect I have been allotted should my cycle reach its fullness. I have been ankle deep in bullsh!t, but waist deep in butter and honey, endured the pangs from a rumbling tummy starving for staples not even old money is able to purchase. And new money, blinded by reflective surfaces of “Yes Men” who encircle them and leech, will not close their eyes to blink – clear the lenses and reach clarity of thought or resolution of emotion.
I am thankful I never got that break in youth that fills one with notions of their own greatness. I was too immature to take it – swallow it with remnants of dead oceans. I would have succumb to the potions ... |
Escape This MatrixSorry, I’ve been away for a minute. I went finding my self, and climbing up in it I noticed deficiencies, so I made some repairs then discovered Higher Self by taking the stairs and I explored it. For so many years I ignored it. Went my own way with my vision distorted by women and their lady parts. Paper chasing made me start recognizing I was following a script of crazy thoughts – training my brain for acquisition of things instead of strong character and all that it brings like: love and respect, passion, identity, circumspect ways, living life as it’s meant to be lived – in the moment! That construct of time my opponent’s been using to lock up my mind in confusion is just an illusion, a cell with walls of delusion. I was under a spell until I snapped out of it. I got my m... |
Bedeviled & HopelessEvery conversaion​ feels like a visitation from a ghostly entity haunting me and tempting me with wonder-what- might-have-beens. Thoughts - much to my chagrin - only pointless to entertain... Yet I do, 'though I do in vain. - HymnAgen |