vibing to COMMON'S new album this morning a POEM started to emerge. The Song: #9 REAL PEOPLE was the inspiration for the following MUSINGS....if you get a chance to hear this piece see what it does for You and write your Musings in the COMMENT SECTION....
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for slaves to
the master plan
of bourgeois stars
I stick my pen into
the ink sky
she says
shake the cosmos,
baby,
and let the constellations
fall where they may
for preacher's sons
born under the sign of
Purple Rain and Reagan-omics
All P.K.s go to Heaven, they say
but first theirs the fall
for Bad Black Girls
wearing their brown skin
like Olivia Newton John
wore black leather
for a midsummer night's dream
standing in front of my
bay window with an Uzi and
a necessary means
for the love of
tarbabies stuck in the
stuff of the universe;
black cumulus clouds of a
dark prince's first cuss words
and first Rap song
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