Speak Beliefs. I am more Miles than Mos, yet on most days, the blue notes in my mind are black on both sides. Bebop and Hip Hop combined. My Trane of Black Thought(s) are rooted in sentimental moods, on lazy afternoons. Read more of my work at Speaks Beliefs: Wordplay.
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it grows like a sharp rat tooth
it cuts like broken glass
it cracks like aging pavement
it festers like gunshot wounds
it stinks like pissed on dandelions
and vanishes like hope
Rico Devante is a poet, a world traveler, and lover of red wine. His poems have been publish in the Eclectic Literary Forum, Out of the Cradle, The Roswell Literary Review, Anthology Magazine, The Best Writer’s Magazine, and The Candlelight Poetry Journal. He lives in Houston, TX with the most beautiful girl in the world.
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now is the time to be great
and there is no time to wait
time waits for no one
and time is lost for those who hesitate
RISE
for we’ve been down for far too long
only we can right these wrongs
its been a struggle, a beautiful struggle
let us sing of victory in our song
RISE
people of the world
from every corner of the globe
release all inhibitions
do not let your passion be controlled
RISE
from inner turmoil
negativity of the mind
use all focused energies
and refocus our fate that’s been assigned
RISE
because defeat is only for those
who accept being defeated
and our collective strength
has only been merely weakened
RISE
from the ashes and debris
and for the world to see
there is NO QUIT in US
him, her, you or me
RISE
RISE
from face first on the concrete
RISE
from bended knee
RISE
people of the world
RISE FOR AYITI
GmanSpeaks is the product of the oppressors, the oppressed and the impact of those who fought to change it.
© GManSpeaks 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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Innocent blood spilled
By a heartless gang of thugs
Wake up, Chicago!
Rico Devante is a poet, a world traveler, and lover of red wine. His poems have been publish in the Eclectic Literary Forum, Out of the Cradle, The Roswell Literary Review, Anthology Magazine, The Best Writer’s Magazine, and The Candlelight Poetry Journal. He lives in Houston, TX with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Speak Beliefs is a father, poet, and educator who plays with words. He’s the son of Boricua and Sa Kemet (a man of Black). He’s influenced by music, beauty, history, nature, and random acts of love. He aims to inform, enlighten, rouse, and inspire. Read more of his work at Speaks Beliefs: Wordplay
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We are the ones
We’ve been waiting
We’ve been through it all
We’ve been patient
We are African
We are Haitian
We’ve seen the Promised Land
We will make it
We were the ones
Before the Greeks
After we’ve seen the valleys
We’ve more than peaked
We are Brazilian
We are Jamaican
We’ve seen the Promised Land
We will make it
We still are the ones
We keep fighting
We’ve made progress
Though we’ve been slighted
We’re from continents
We’re from islands
They divided us
But now we’re united
We’ve shed blood
We’ve shed tears
We won’t give up
until we’ve made it clear
that We are the ones
We’ve been waiting
We’ve seen the Promised Land
and we will make it
GmanSpeaks was born and raised in Brooklyn. His parents are from Ghana. He has been influenced by the oppressed, the oppressors and all those who have fought to right those wrongs. He writes because something beyond him is willing him to do so. He is a poet, a thinker, a lover. HE IS. You can read more of his words/thoughts at http://blackstarpoet.wordpress.com
© GmanSpeaks 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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fists of ebony raised and aimed at heaven
courageous act in the face of hate
our brethren
statement made
quiet display of rage
bold print written on history’s page
on this day
on world’s stage
at these games
without hesitation shining spotlight on ill nation
echoes of drum beasts, these brave athletes
triumphant moment, yet bittersweet
other brothers scattered in retreat
rebellion defeated? uprising ceased?
sacrifices and prices paid
upon returning to this racist place
america, they raced for her
only to return to closed doors and slurs
land of the free, home of the enslaved
paradoxical punishment
for hand and arm’s movement
as if they committed the greatest sin
but ah…you see…quite the contrary
the Creator smiled on these souls of meek
on men who shouted without speaking
strong calm
in the midst of revolutionary commotion
waves in the change of our people’s ocean
we salute you brave brothas
and so does Africa…our mother
Speak Beliefs is a father, poet, and educator who plays with words. He’s the son of Boricua and Sa Kemet (a man of Black). He’s influenced by music, beauty, history, nature, and random acts of love. He aims to inform, enlighten, rouse, and inspire. Read more of his work at Speaks Beliefs.
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Speak Beliefs. I am more Miles than Mos, yet on most days, the blue notes in my mind are black on both sides. Bebop and Hip Hop combined. My Trane of Black Thought(s) are rooted in sentimental moods, on lazy afternoons. Read more of my work at Speaks Beliefs: Wordplay.
