For those whose names history never knew

For those whose names history never knew

 

Scream loud

 

Yours is

The voice that needs to be heard

Yours is

The shout that breaks down walls

 

The ache in your belly is

The one that shatters the locks on great storehouses

Feeding the many

 

The blood dripping from your back and brow is

The fuel that feed the conflagration that consumes

Oppression and oppressor

 

Scream loud

 

Yours is

The wail of grief bawled over the bodies of dead sons and daughters

Yours is

The call to arms that awakes righteousness

Sending injustice cowering

 

The tears shed from your eyes

are prayers sent up from your soul

To profound  

To heartfelt

To full of a hurt and aching

To ever be expressed by any human tongue

 

Scream loud

 

Your names

May never be known

Your lives

Your loves

You

My be forgotten

 

But your story

Your unwanted cause

Will forever be told

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

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sWord

If you took a

 

Word

 

Grew it

Bred it

Let it mature

Let it multiply

Until it became plural

Until it became

 

Words

 

You would begin to see

The power in many

The strength contained by a few

The might of one

 

Change your view

Change your mind

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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Independent Main Character

 

 

I

Am not here to play

A or the

Supporting role

In the story of

Your

Life

 

To give

You

Depth

 

To contrast against

Your

Character

 

Friend

I’ll be  

 

Lover

Maybe

 

Invisible

Insignificant

Completely Co-dependent

Never

 

My story

Isn’t about

You

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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A462227

 

 

I have an identity

Within freedom

 

Freely

I

Identify myself

 

The freedom to

Identify myself

Or not

We take for granted

 

I would never let anyone

Dictate my identity

 

Just as I fight

To protect my freedom

 

Freedom to identify

Myself

 

Freedom to change my identity

Myself

 

Identity is synonymous with

Freedom

 

Stating your name loudly

And changing it

If you so choose

Is one of the smallest

And most overlooked

Acts of civil rights that a person can do

 

We don’t see this

We don’t know this

Until:

 

FREEDOM

 

IDENTITY

 

Is gone

 

©Christopher  F. Brown 2012

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Something New

Over time

I don’t want to get use to it

 

It should piss you off

The very same way it did

Day nine hundred and ninety nine

As it did

Day one

 

I don’t want to be complacent

 

“That’s just the nature of things.”

 

Why so?

 

It wasn’t defective

It wasn’t less stylish

 

They just made a new one

 

This new one

It doesn’t work with old

Peripherals

 

I have to start over

With this new one

Because this old one

Is old

 

That should not make any sense

And it pisses me off

That to some

It does

 

Nothing is wrong with it

But you respond

 

“Over time

You’ll get use to it.

It’s the nature of things”

 

I refuse.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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Làilëgbëlàilékejì

There are

Few

Things in the universe that truly are

Unique

 

Life

Not everything that exists

Has it

 

Death

Everything that lives

Must die

 

God

Rather if you believe or not

Affords you the freedom to do so

 

Man

The only beast

To claim Intelligence

Higher

than all others beasts

And spends its life

In the pursuit of proving said claim

 

You

No one

Ever was

Or

Ever will

 

Be

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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Clarity

Tell me your thoughts

Expound on the situation

 

Relevant

Is your opinion

 

Significant

Is your rebuttal

 

I want to know

 

What do you think

How do you feel

What’s on your mind

 

Its why I ask

Its because I care

 

I offer you this

 

You’ll never have to entertain gossip

From me

You can question

From me

You will know

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

 

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Sing Me A Song

Sing me a song

Make it sad and slow

 

Tell me about heartache and pain

The loves you have lost

The loves you have gained

 

Sing me a song

Make it up beat and fast

 

Tell me about being in the back of the club

Things you don’t tell you mother

about

Things you’ll warn your children

About

 

Sing me a song

Make it an acapella version

 

Tell me about the lord

Hitting high notes that take my soul with them

Rumbling low notes that jerk at my tears on their trip

 

Sing me a song

Play a guitar with it

 

Tell me how the government is no longer representing the people

Tell me how if it was not for bad luck you would have none

 

Sing me this song

This one right here

 

The one I wrote

To and for

You.

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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Jazz is Blue

I think if you had to color Jazz

It would be Blue

 

Not the same blue of the blues

 

That’s a deep purpleish blue

With specks of red and black

 

Red and black representing soul

Not hurt

Not pain

 

No

Jazz’s blue is different

 

Sorta mellow at times

Fits well as background

works well with most other colors

Vivid enough to stand alone

 

Jazz is Blue

like the sky on a clear day

 

Jazz is Blue

mixing with grey when the clouds come in

 

Jazz is Blue

Mixing with yellow when the sun blazes on those hot summer days

 

Jazz is Blue

As the quiet ocean waves breaking in the morning

 

Jazz is Blue

Foaming and turning seagreen in the afternoon

 

I don’t have synaesthesia

 

But ill tell you

 

When I hear

Jazz

I see Blue

 

©Christopher F. Brown 2012

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Look in the mirror

Would GOD

Create something for his eyes to delight in

Craft something for his heart to take pleasure in

Something more than the insult of an adolescent plaything

Something more precious than a first born

 

Would GOD

Make a thing so beautiful

The angels came to know envy

 

Would GOD

Create a beast

Whose intelligence lifted generation after generation

To higher peaks

Unfathomable depths

Cleverness mixing with craft

To such extents they scream

 

WITCH!!!

 

Would GOD

Fashion a being

Whose heart was able to carry compassion

Shoulders strong enough to bear forgiveness

Senses able to decipher:

A natural right

A natural wrong

 

Would GOD

Make something with his own hand

Something he was so pleased and took pleasure in

Something so unique in the universe

its mere and encompassing existence

Crudely mirrored his own.

 

Would GOD

Create such form that in its ignorance

Thought it was a or the

GOD

Given nothing surrounding it could comprehend its breath

Could comprehend its comprehensions

A life form so magnanimous amongst other life forms

he could hold some on the tip of his finger

Others hundreds of times him in size bowed down

Called him master

 

Would GOD

Create such a light

It could identify with the solitude it is to be

 

GOD

 

©Christopher F. Brown  2012

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