Showing posts with label Langston Hughes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Langston Hughes. Show all posts

Saturday, October 02, 2021

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Image source: https://twitter.com/HusnaPervez/status/1171402351841894406/photo/1 

 

© October 2, 2021, the Griot Poet

 

Some say I’m a political poet,

Poets, my friend Ivanhoe said, are “prophets of eternal truths,”

[This] is why this line got my creative juices flowing:

 

“I’m just not that into politics.”

 

A meme shared on Facebook by my friend, Thom the World Poet,

Inspiring this poetic rift:

 

Your boss is into politics,

So much so, his company hires lobbyists,

That is not in the US Constitution,

Yet they roost on Capitol Hill,

Bending times, laws, biology, physics:

 

“Smoking doesn’t cause lung cancer.”

“Climate change is a myth.”

"Coronavirus is a hoax."

"The election is rigged."

Wait a minute: that was the previous mistake playing president.

I digress:

Five ounces of crack cocaine: a life sentence,

Five ounces of powdered cocaine: counseling, and a slap on the wrist,

 

Look at the different treatments in the Crack and Opioid epidemics,

One requires for-profit prisons, the other licensed counselors,

Look at how society treated AIDS before crossing into heterosexual communities,

Sermonizing stopped, and as suddenly as it was, it by hypocritical epiphany wasn’t “God’s punishment,”

Some might call it witchcraft,

White supremacy is a form of sorcery,

Metaphorically depicted in “Lovecraft County,”

In other nations, it’s called corruption and bribery,

 

Your insurance company is into politics,

Hiring the same wizard lobbyists,

The gist is to increase shareholder equity,

Not negotiating lower prices for your policy,

Or medication to treat your maladies,

Using “acts of God” to deny you coverage,

When you need to use the policy you paid for monthly,

It’s why they rail against “socialism,”

Unless it’s Wall Street bailouts that benefit them,

Libertarians on YOUR benefits, Marxists with THEIRS,

Because a universal healthcare system would make executive dinosaurs obsolescent,

 

Your landlord is into politics,

His owner hired lobbyists,

It’s why your “too damn high” rent keeps rising,

But your square footage is standing pat,

While your amenities have gone flat,

 

Real estate was always into politics,

Redlining is it explicitly,

Refusing to sell to African Americans,

Segregating us in ghettos,

Conveniently located next to sewage treatment plants, smokestacks, and toxic landfills,

Lead pipes replaced with PVC in East Austin gentrified communities,

As the descendants of the original residents priced out of their inheritance,

Not allowing us to build equity or wealth,

Consigning generations of progeny to adverse living conditions and poverty,

Have you ever heard of restrictive covenants?

Specific neighborhoods in West Austin didn’t allow Lansbury/Hughes “Raisins in the Sun” to purchase,

Or that Bruce Beach in California stolen from the Bruce family,

One hundred years ago by the Ku Klux Klan?

Bruce Beach is a multimillion-dollar piece of real estate,

Returned to its rightful owners one hundred years later,

The first time this country has tried reparations,

Maybe Central Park, New York, Wilmington, North Carolina, Rosewood, Florida, and Tulsa, Oklahoma are next?

 

Your air is political,

Your water is political,

Your land is political,

Your insurance is political,

Poetry is political,

It’s crucial whether your dog catcher or sheriff is an empath or a sociopath,

Whether we go to war is political,

Whoever “we the people” place in power with the nuclear codes is political,

And can decide if we go forward to “green new deal” energy independence,

Or continue in fossil fuel “Hunger Games” serfdom debasement,

And can decide if the species has continuance,

Don’t be so arrogant:

The dinosaurs ended by the Chicxulub impactor,

They did not know, or had politicians or scientists to factor,

In how they met their ends,

If we end, Earth will have continuance,

If our “mutually assured destruction” doesn’t involve radiation,

A new matrix will rise in our absence,

A more peaceful sapient hopefully after this Ragnarok,

If you haven’t caught the gist of this rift,

I want our evolution and continuance:

 

“I’m just not that into politics” is the height of willful ignorance.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Self-Portrait

(Homage to Langston Hughes and his poem, “I, Too”) © 31 January 2002, The Griot Poet

Langston Hughes said: “I, too sing America.
I am the darker brother.”

I am the one
Burning under the hot sun
You derisively nicknamed
“Buffalo soldier”
Because of my Afro?

I am also the Cherokee:
Befriending the runaway,
Giving my daughter to him in marriage,
Joining him to my tribe,
Creating the Seminole.

I am the Irish overseer:
Bursting into the slave quarters,
Raping my own great-great grandmother,
Siring Julius Goodwin and a host more mulatto children.

I am the offspring of Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemming:
Some of us destined for the last class,
Others hair so straight; skin so bright to crossover as white

So, when you call me “n----r”
You obviously
Can’t see
You vituperate
A pureed pedigree
As everyone has had
Their piece of African me!

As would be the case
Someone related to Egyptian race
Would decipher the hieroglyph
“America”
Into three distinct words:
“I am race?”

Check your attitude!

For pride in
My negritude
Allows me to enlighten your case

As you point your
Jeering finger
At me through space,
You will inevitably
Pimp-slap your own damn face!

Without me, though you wouldn’t hear it
Would you have the hairstyle “The Bo Derek?”
Would dreadlocks, locks and fades have left the east side venturing to the west side?
And hip hop become hip POP?

Forced here in chains and cargo crates,
It was you who gave me great chase
Bring me to this place
That by GOD’S
Grace
The cane came together
Where Ezekiel’s dry bones
Dotted the landscape:
“Son of man: can these bones live? O Lord GOD, thou knowest! *”

I am the darker brother:

I am the Mende; the Ashanti; the Yoruba; the Igbo.
I am the Seminole; the Cherokee; the Choktaw; the Sioux;
I am the Irish; the Italian; the German; the Arab; the Jew.

I am the melting pot: I am all of you!

As Langston Hughes said,

I say again to you:

“I, too sing America.
I too am America.”

I, too!

* Ezekiel 37:3