this is a recognition poem

a poem ladened with memory

a timetraveling timehonoring poem…

this is a poem for the boldest and bravest

of those who have gone on before us

for the boldest and the bravest 

who were so bold and so brave 

that they made a difference we have yet

to come anywhere near properly appreciating…

this is a poem that comes from 

the rawest places in our reality

and the rawest places in our history…

this is a poem hard on the eyes

like the fleshstained teeth of fat sharks 

smelling chained afrikan blood… 

this is a poem 

laced with screaming children

whose hearts have been ripped out

of raped and split open women 

of men cutoff at their privates

of futures sold in spectacle fashion 

rarely for more than the price of cattle feed… 

this is a graphic poem 

full of open and hidden unattended scars

some new some hundreds of years old…

this is a poem 

that seeks to have u remember

everything u and yr dumbass 

has been trying to forget…

forgive me but this poem 

comes with a parental advisory

advising u to make it plain to yr children

just how rotten rabid racist ruthless relentless decadent and dangerous this goddamn beast is…

this poem has a hard bald head

and a heart big as an ocean

 full of unclaimed bones

with each having a story 

u should wanna know tell honor 

and impose on the world…

this is a poem tired of waiting 

on yr scared ass to at least 

claim those very bones 

that can’t nobody else in this world claim

but u…

this poem loves weapons

all kinds of weapons 

from the simplest to the most intricate

and will put its hands on one 

every chance it gets…

this poem wants u to understand 

if yr fear wont get in the goddamn way

what bobby seale once wanted u to understand

and that is ‘as long as u have courage

u are never outta weapons’!…

this is not a poem 

for the fainthearted and the fearful…

in fact it’s a poem that seeks to purge 

every useless ounce of fear

outta yr overconsuming heart…

if u are hacker 

on the right side of the question

this poem is a hacker’s delight   

hoping u hack the enemy’s weapons’ capabilities right into utter fuckin disuse

can u do that?!…

this poem comes from a place that

can’t be kept behind prison bars

can’t be devastated by the devil’s bombs

or buried with the dead…

this poem honors those they’ve put in prison

those they’ve bombed

and those they’ve killed and buried

without ritual and respect…

it is like unto missiles seeking the heat of their pathetic perpetratin flesh…

this poem comes from a hot place that made sure

that as assata sd

all that blood in the atlantic

‘wasn’t all ours’…

this is a poem that doesn’t give a single shit about odds…

this poem comes from a circle unbroken

seeking to create circles of 

unbroken cadres who seek it off…

there is nothing romantic about this poem…

this is a dark poem 

that shuns attention and the spotlight

but it is so firehot and sunbright 

it’ll burn the shit outta u

if u come to it wrong…

this poem walks with the wind

and keeps company 

with black necksmiting avenging angels

like albert ‘nuh’ Washington*…

this poem 

talks back hits back kicks back fights back

and damnit shoots back…

this poem will blow up in yr goddamn face

if u are on the wrong side of the question

especially if  u are in a krowd of korrupt kowardly degenerate bastards 

all 

on the wrong side of the question…this poem knows that it has the blessings

of all the boldest and the bravest of those who have gone on before us 

to send the enemy of our people straight to hell

to pray for their death and destruction 

in the interim

to live and to die kreating the konditions 

for their death and destruction…

this is a poem seeking to return 

balance to the earth

and if that balance is to return and if the earth is to be saved

then all of that excessive abusive weight 

has simply got to go…

this is not a poem 

for those of u needing sponsors… 

this is not a poem for those of u stuck

in the krack of the behind of the democratic party or the republican party…

this poem ’ll smack u upside yr damn head and tell u to grow the hell up

and stop depending on yr enemy for everything

when u should be undermining his existence every chance u get…

this poem is rooted enuf in its culture to tell

u to make libations to yr ancestors

before u do what u know u need to do…

this poem is not brought to u   by g.e. 

or archer daniels midland chase manhattan

or some other bloodsucker

this poem goes after bloodsuckers 

like g.e. adm chase and chops their goddamn bloodsucking tentacles off 

…this is an insurgent poem

an infrastructure erupter

it is just as death on house negros

as it is on crackers

may they all go to hell together

with the fall of america…

this poem hunts pigs

the way pigs hunted amadou

and the way they’ll hunt u…

this poem does not give a paid-for flyin fuck about the might of the state…

people make up the might of the state

and people die 

just like u and yr master will die…

this poem is here to tell u

that some people turn on their masters…

this poem comes from a 

codebreakin wiretrippin pigstompin 

place in the underground 

it comes to remove yr fear of yr master and yr fear of death from yr heart …

this poem comes from a place 

that loves u so much 

it might have to kill for u to keep u alive

and it lives for the day 

when u will do that for yrself…

this poem knows no love for the other side**…

and if u cant find a place in yr heart to love yrself

and love yr own like that

then perhaps 

u should step aside

until u do…

*albert ‘nuh’ washington, black panther/black liberation army political prisoner…died in captivity in april 2000 in his 27^th year of imprisonment…

**a theme khallid once used for a valentine’s day 

black history month lecture…

   ©2001 all rights reserved

‘bro. zayid’ kazi angaza kikongo muhammad

‘bro. zayid’ is chief of staff of the new black panther party for the new york-new jersey region…