The Immortal Wize

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Sleeping infant beautiful hair Curly locks everywhere

HEY WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR?

Now tightly coiled textured hair

My culture and identity not even Imus could offend my humanity

I embrace my mane I do not need it to flow

I like how it stands I like how it grows Just like I like my ethic nose

I donâ€™t need it to blow in the wind I loved my nappy plats that matched my black skin Way back when

Why would I want to trade them for burned hair and burned skin?

Royal crown and Dixie peach

Pressing comb on the stove waiting for me

What was Annie Malone thinking? I donâ€™t want it so I get a spanking?

Grandma pressing while drinking

Held down in a chair while a hot comb runs through my hair

I miss my nappy hair up there my cake cutters and Afro picks

â€œDONâ€™T SWEAT OR IT WILL GO BACKâ€

Burns on my forehead and my ears

Anger in my heart on my face dried up tears

A child donâ€™t a have a voice or a choice in this world

I rather wear an Afro then a press and curl

Hair fried from searing heat and hot grease

â€œHOLD YOU LEFT EAR HOLD YOUR RIGHTâ€

â€œHOLD YOUR HEAD STILLâ€

If I werenâ€™t a child I would fight for my rights or kill at will

â€œA CHILD IS SUPPOSE TO STAY IN A CHILDS PLACEâ€

â€œA CHILD IS TO BE SEEN NOT HEARDâ€

I didnâ€™t ask to come here for you to Stick hot sewing needles through the lobes of my ears

Whelps all over my body from switches And extensions cords to keep me in my place

Mama isnâ€™t that what they did to our own race?

Beat me to death because I wont behave

â€œ Iâ€™M YOUR CHILD, NOT YOUR SLAVEâ€

So the book says spare the rod spoil the child?

Could that mean beat the hell out of your child?

Well Iâ€™m gone do everything you told me to

Its not the fear of God itâ€™s the fear of you

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Immortal Wize

Thrust Upon A Time

she's wicked he's evil people melting over blue and red meanwhile pink and green seep between cracks in the script

Here We Go Again

the water is getting deeper waves are getting higher earth is on a warpath wind is calm for now I hear there will be fire next time but what about this time if you were given a chance for one last dance would you take it or stand with your back against the wall watching everyone else have a ball while Babylon fall the last hurrah then "Hip Hip Hurray" do not fear be not afraid at the close of the day night gone fall on us all while waiting for the electricity to come back on making a promise is not the same as making a point the drift been gotten prior to what's been done, before is a current past event

Spirals Of Smoke

be informed to get in formation currently the new currency is information be not uninformed action is required activate desire it ain't over until the unsung sing It's Done do not retire there will always be fire to start new beginnings it doesn't matter who's winning we will win win and win again it is written

All Points

when you stuck you believe in something you can't get out of when you blocked you believe you can't get ahead because something is in the way when you flow you believe you unstoppable when you open you believe you walking around without clothes when you can't let go you believe you can't let go what we believe got us under control when you believe you can fly levitation is no longer impossible to achieve

No Two Ways About It

there's a old say that goes you have to laugh to keep from crying I get it I'm laughing but not cause I want to cry for any particular reason you know that idiom it never fails it means it happens every time once we recognize we're out of our league it's wise to pursue a league of our own I'm smiling I have something to smile about that don't have nothing to do with what's going on in the world something I can't do nothing about on that note "Uh Oh" is an expression of alarm dismay and means it's too late "it's about to go down"

Enthrall (Repost)

got these broken wings I don't know why I never could fly I never wished for such a thing so many others dream so many others sing I wish and I wish on other things like we all, wakeup at the same time How bout that? we can all celebrate you...know have a good time fun, without, someone getting beside themselves pulling out a gun killing another mothers son or someone's baby girl, we'll just sit around talking about what we're going to do with all the wealth sadly the mule has died of natural causes but, there's plenty of acres and homes to be had now if I could just, find that genie, I got a few more to settle the score

It Gets Messy

waiting for something I want hope and wish to happen is like watching a mouse hole real close while holding a bat

On The Heels Of The Sun

a Butterfly abandons her egg her offspring is left behind without a mother to cling to some would think doomed from the start giving into our circumstance is refusal to change everyone gets a chance a Caterpillar cannot transform into a Butterfly if it die before its/it's time the light is often taken off the Caterpillar and shown on the Butterfly the mother of a Caterpillar is a Butterfly she gives birth to the one who is destined to transform she's the one who gives birth to change the Caterpillar is one who comes out the dark into the light where one come from does not determine where one will end up

The Ripple (Repost)

trying hard is not trying hard enough enough we have to put faith in the sun that it will shine again even when the sky is gray everything around us falls apart as long as our heart is beating we're not defeated nor are we destroyed something goes wrong we must be strong it won't be long hold on here we go back to the dome in some form or another if you're with someone then you got each other if we build our foundation strong enough to float how can we go under let lightening strike we're made of thunder take a sip from the power within put the cup down raise the pen we write to win this is a conquest not a contest a inkwell of consciousness

Nov 5

my distaste for voting season is people act like their talking to children telling them don't forget to brush their teeth asking them did they wash their hands telling them what they should do what they need to do what they have to do people act like they get paid to remind grown folk to vote who's going to know you did if they didn't see you do it