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

Do Not Grieve The Vibe

I am loyal to the cause hold the applause a snap or two will do I only get a few guaranteed to get five from Love Supreme used to get ten damn I miss Mr. Lowe the giver of the best comments I hope he's in good health wish him and his the best I'm thankful for the views gratitude to those who do even more for the muse shout out to Guru too we all going through slipping on peels no pulp all juice I come to realize if I keep my head stuck in the clouds space is all I'll ever see shout out to the stars on high deep thinkers go deep to think deeper thoughts paintings on the wall my heart is a gallery that's how much I love art told em from the start I don't stop I pause go undetected until I'm called out of the shadows me and my dark side we like twins we are two of the same flame we don't battle with the light we understand we too are in the same grade doing our best to pass the test "to keep the Vibe alive" hold the applause snap for the cause it's poetic protocol and good karma too...

How To Flow

the best advice I been given is "just write" and it's the best advice I can give to you don't think about it just write a bunch of stuff keep your head down and don't let up until there's no more room for words grab another sheet of paper and do it all over again do it until there's no more ink left in the pen if you can then grab another pen and do it all over again again and again until the process is effortless

What It Means To Me To Breathe

you mean more to me than a Christmas tree you mean more to me than what's underneath you mean more to me than gifts I receive you are the reason I breathe and as long as I breathe you will mean more to me

Day To Day

often we pretend to be happy but we're not really happy we all can't be happy some of us are truly sad "why is that" why can't we all be happy at the same time wouldn't that be a beautiful sunrise and wonderful time to be had a time when no one is sad a world full of eternal joy peace and happiness John Lennon said it best "you may say I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one" true to life art imitating the light of all the people who still "Imagine"

Forgive You

forgive you and go on to pursue a better you if you stumble if you fall if you get clumsy and make a mistake forgive you and follow through if you run into a dead end find another way to go if you fall into a hole find away out of it if you run into a brick wall it might take some time but take the time to find away around it forgive you and continue if you stop for a brief rendezvous that leaves you hurt alone and feeling blue forgive you and give your wounds time to heal if you turn back because someone called you to reroute you attract your attention to distract you see it through forgive you then proceed to learn from it all you will grow from it all the plan is to make you strong forgiveness is in you to forgive you

It Hurt To Say

I used to have friends that's what I called them time has a way of telling it all were they really there for me is this truly happening thinking of all the time I spent spending time with nothing to show for the time spent that's how come I'm bent on being alone after all the time spent being alone sick and tired of wondering what did I do wrong knowing all along you ain't gotta do nothing to nobody for somebody to do you wrong my mama told me "you gotta trust somebody" it went through one ear and out the other word to mother we not like each other she stayed home I went out and discovered uncovered truth untold written letters I can't unfold the family tree don't mean much to me lost everything I love it's just a bunch of leaves it takes a lot of things to get me to smile when I do it's worth all the pain

Revolving

we gotta go we can't stay here we all got a time day and year to go some of us might go tomorrow some of us might leave today some us could be leaving in the next hour or so we don't know when how nor where we sure don't know where we going some of us will be prepared some of us won't be ready life is about coming and going some say we know why we came some ask how come we here all the questions that rarely get answered like all the problems that hardly get solved what do we want why do we want it what would it do for us is it what we really want can we do without it if we can why do we want it it's like we come on a mission with a job we're commissioned to do but somewhere along the trail we get lost in the cosmic stew some of us will go soon some of us will go later some will depart some where up or down the road some us might live to be old and become forgetful there goes what we knew what did we know what do we know we know we don't know nothing but we gotta go

Now I See It

I'm glad about a lot of things but for the most part I'm glad the lights are still on I know what it's like to sit in the dark for days waiting for Center Point Energy to come through like the mailman on the first of the month electricity is a necessity especially when it's 110 degrees can't turn on the AC cause it run on electricity all the ice cream is melting in the deep freeze the seemingly quiet cozy community is turning into a hostile environment I'm behind the scene loading a shotgun preparing for home defense in the yard eyes on the fence open the gate and get blowed away it's sounds a bit extreme it's not a dream but has been seen on a movie screen these experiences are predictively expected to become reality probably sooner than expected it's been tested don't know if we passed it we still here so I guess we did yet those who left we're often told their in a better place than we are I pray my mother prays more than me I meditate more than she does though she tried to m...

In It's Entirety

the messenger is often the first recipient of the message to be delivered then the messenger forwards the message in order to spread the content received if you're the first receiver of the message then the message is for you to first apply to your life then proceed with caution delivering to others

A Flicker

if I stop to give you a light what you gone do with the flame I don't want to be responsible for the fires you set along the way I don't want to be the cause of all the smoke I don't want to look back to see the past erased