The Cunning Linguist

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Sterling Silver

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It's been a long time since I've had the strength to run my mouth, but racist cr@cker owners in The League; let's run 'em out,

I'm speakin on the NBA to throw back any score, those letters put quite simply stand for No Blacks Anymore.

At least that's how it'll be if Donald Sterling had his way, but don't think he's the only one; Jack Ramsay passed away,

so R.I.P. but this one's bout the owners of the teams, that dunk and shoot and cross each other over on the screen,

or live from the arena; lemme put your world on flat, imagine how this sh!t would be if Don Sterling were black,

and spewing utter hatred on a tape about the whites, we all know what would happen; lock the doors; shut out the lights.

Investigation pending?! Oh my goodness, n1gga please, just who does Adam Silver think he's fooling with his pleas?

Of patience to the players and the fans of basketball, ain't no one falsify the tape; that dude just has to fall.

Another thing that we all know is that he prob'ly won't, despite him losing all that sponsorship he prob'ly don't,

give 2 rats' @sses bout just what these actions tell the youth, I'd give D. Sterling mad respect if he'd just tell the truth.

You don't like n1ggers? Fine with me, just speak it how you feel, instead of tryna backtrack cause your secret's on a reel,

that's bein played around the world by millions on the scene, I'll call you what you are my dude, a new wave Paula Deen.

They cannot take your team away; the First Amendment's true, but folks would rather swallow glass than spend a mint with you,

the tickets and the merchandise, of course that sh!t ain't cheap, I think you'll likely wake up once they put your mils to sleep.

Your players don't respect you anymore; cease the charades, the words from out your mouth were like your voice was speakin AIDS,

you've hurt alot of people and you'll see the pain is real, don't tell us that it's sterling silver when it's stainless steel.

The Cunning Linguist

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY The Cunning Linguist

Dunie: A Letter To My Son

Iâ€™ve written to you many times; I guess one more wonâ€™t hurt,
my name for you was Bash-Man; Bruce Wayneâ€™s logo on your shirt,
but now I call you Dunie; why it changed I just donâ€™t know,
itâ€™s such a minor detail so for now Iâ€™m just gonâ€™ flow.

Youâ€™re quite the character my boy; I pray you never change,
you always tell the truth and thatâ€™s the essence of the game,
of life that youâ€™ll be living; son you have so far to walk,
Iâ€™m hoping to instill a few good things to start you off:

like donâ€™t hold everything inside; itâ€™s bruising to your health,
donâ€™t kiss nobodyâ€™s @ss and always stay true to yourself,
thereâ€™re folks whoâ€™ll leave your life the same exact way they came in,
some friends will turn against you; let the people say amen.

You have a brain inside that dome; please use it to ...

Mush-Mush: A Letter To My Daughter

February 21st; the year was 2K3,
where folks were often blinded by the what or who may be,
we rushed to get you born; I prayed the good book had a page,
your newborn forehead soft; I gave you Mush-Mush as a name,

more right to say a term that had endearment as support,
my love for you so strong that I could peer into its force,
and grab the nucleus from out the middle à la carte,
the passing years have only strengthened this with all my heart.

There’s college down the road; who knows what else may be in store,
your future’s sturdy like the kind of shelves you see in stores,
and I’ll be right there cheering on what you decide to be,
you represent the smartest most ingenious side of me.

We sit and we converse; it’s like I’m talking to myself,
for you I’ll walk these dogs despite what’s barking at my health,
whatever you commit t...

A Letter To My Father

Deep within my heart I like to think that where you be,
you know the pain I feel that makes my soul slump wearily,
the agony that causes tears to easily dispense,
the aching of my core at times that seem to be intense.

I guess that it’s a longing that I’ve always felt inside,
a strength I know that came from you in which I’ve held with pride,
there’re times throughout my life when everything has felt awry,
the risk that what may kill me are the things I’ve held inside.

I’ve worn your name in honor mixed with something; maybe joy,
it also drapes the shoulders of my growing baby boy,
the James sits next to Lewis with a W between,
eleven letters morph to form the rumblings of a king.

I know without a doubt a letter’s not supposed to rhyme,
your son’s a cunning linguist with a fully loaded mind,
tha...

2018 Slave

Wilhelmina: The Year 1818
With nighttime here it’s finally calm enough to get some peace,
the way that things are going it’ll be hard to get some sleep,
my back hurts from a day spent picking cotton in the heat,
still I must nurse my young’n ‘cause the chillun gotta eat.

I pray that there’s enough to keep him passive when he snooze,
I pick the cotton yes but nurse the massa’s chillun too,
that white baby gets hungry and will suck until I’m dry,
some days I feel like he gon’ use me up until I die.

They sold my man the other day; my husband matter fact,
so many Negro chillun run around here lackin’ dads,
and mothers too in some cases but slavery’s the life,
I’ve known since I was born until the day I see the light.

My baby’s started crying ‘cause my breast i...

Assassination Day: The Death Of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

When I wrote this piece 6 years ago, never did I fathom the significance of what the 50th anniversary of this heinous act would mean. Rest In Paradise Dr. King, this is for you.

Waking up this morning; God it's good to be alive,

I've worn the soles out on my shoes to see my peeps survive,

the racism, the hatred, and the evil deep inside,

the hearts of some Caucasians in the 60s; still we strive.

I'll introduce myself; for short they call me MLK,

which starts with Dr. ends with Jr.; for peace men shall pray,

and women too; please kneel and bow your head or raise your eyes,

to God I'll share my state of mind that faithful day I died.

My life was documented well and people know the cause,

that's civil rights for all, the violence stalled; please, no applause, ...

Love's Demise

Misty eyes a symbol I'm emotionally amiss,

and stuck between 2 worlds I seem to know just don't exist,

the first world is the past where you and I felt only bliss,

the other one's the future where my lips feel lonely's kiss.

I long to travel backwards like I'm Mart McFly and Doc,

and maybe that's the thing I need to make the crying stop,

but presently the future's looming closer every day,

attempts to stop progression fail in mostly every way.

Perhaps it's all the karma laid along my chosen path,

to walk on back just means I'd cut my feet on broken glass,

it's like I know what's gonna happen; still it's some surprise,

to stand by helplessly and focus eyes on love's demise.

I wish that I could change it but it seems the future's wrote,

in boulders ...

Pain

A gunshot through your fleshy part, about say mid-thigh high,

the pain is so intense you swear to God you're going to die,

you're drowning in the ocean, salty water fills your lungs,

you long to take that one fresh breath of oxygen; there's none.

Imagine if you will my children; wooden baseball bats,

the handle's slim to grab, the business end is thick and fat,

you're rappin with the homies; shootin sh!t bout this and that,

so you don't see it coming but you feel a deaf'ning crack.

A million one scenarios like this around the globe,

the pain's enough to open wide and swallow you up whole,

but let's say that the pain's inside your very heart and soul,

you'd give your very life to make it just not hurt no more.

You're wand'ring through the darkness with no light; let's say you're scared,

the person that you love the most in life just d...

Orange Moon in a Purple Sky

Orange moon in a purple sky,

watching with your hurtful eye,

are you liking what you see?

All I see's a piece of me,

broken off and falling slow,

pieces of my heart and soul,

no one cares; it's all a show,

prob'ly why my heart is cold.

Orange moon in a purple sky,

why you tell such dirty lies?

Clean me with your dirty eyes,

still won't stop the hurt inside.

Body laying in the heat,

ambulance and James retreats,

to a place one often goes,

when he finds he's lost control.

Orange moon in a purple sky,

feel me as I curse and ride,

everyone on earth will die,

who can say for certain right?

Gathering the devil's lettuce I'll be hittin' soon,

w...

The Devil's Lettuce

A reprieve from reality you see but I don't drink,

the alcohol effects me to the point where I don't think,

now all my life I've been a pretty level headed dude,

'cause Hennessey don't take me where The Devil's Lettuce do.

That salad looks so pretty sitting right inside my bowl,

I take a bite and feel its presence right inside my soul,

that vodka and Courvoisier will make peeps wanna fight,

The Devil's Lettuce hits my brain and makes me wanna write,

and be that cunning linguist flipping words like patty melts,

to beat your childish ass; vernacular like Daddy's belt,

the city brick of Newark, NJ signed across my heart,

my face is notebook paper; read my life from off my scars.

The transference from brain to paper? Smooth like baby ass,

existence is the one true test I t...

Temporary Forevers

Pictures in my mind's eye are of what I yearn to be,

just you and I together running through eternity,

I'm up in years so there's a chance I'll fall a tad behind,

but call me Heinz 'cause I'll catch up; my dear you're that sublime.

I've been through things in life that other people couldn't steer,

and listened to all kinds of wisdom; I just wouldn't hear,

the women were like Lay's because I couldn't eat just one,

then find that I would have to race the moon to beat the sun.

It's not the way you start out but the way you finish up,

along that grueling journey best believe I did enough,

to test the bounds of karma; it's forever in the past,

but there were times I found out that forever didn't last.

You serve your heart up silver platter style but what comes back?

The kin...

Sterling Silver

Dunie: A Letter To My Son

Mush-Mush: A Letter To My Daughter

A Letter To My Father

2018 Slave

Assassination Day: The Death Of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Love's Demise

Pain

Orange Moon in a Purple Sky

The Devil's Lettuce

Temporary Forevers

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