Spoken Word

Spoken Word: Men In Suites

Sometimes killers don’t pack guns.
Sometimes they pack the Bible or the Koran.
Sometimes they pack the Torah.
Tell you how to fix your aura.
Tell you how to unify self in community.
Tell you how to be the best you the best me.
Tell me now; how can it be?
That he can be the Shepherd, Lost leading the sheep?
Tell me now; do the people not see?
It’s blind loyalty that turns a monster into a king.

Says he’s got the keys to the kingdom.
Can bless you with new life and freedom.
Says he’ll make America great again;
As long as you turn your head when he’s sinning.

Sure he’s done some good,
Sure he’s changing the world,
He’s doing all of that,
While he destroys the worlds
Of good little boys and girls.

He’s divided into three, you see?
The man who never had a father.
The man who claims to know the father.
The man who’s too scared to be a father.
Never seen him run so farther,
Until he heard he was going to be a father.

He Jumps in front of a camera
Throwing his fist in the air,
Talking about Black lives matter.
He’s got black lives at home that haven’t even eaten yet.
Talking about all lives matter;
Womanizing women while his wife’s life shatters.
The truth is….
Imposters come in all shapes and sizes.
Sometimes they even come with prizes,
And surprisingly, some pull it off with finesse.

Never thought he was one of them? But look closer, sis.
Does he move with confidence?
But then dismisses your intelligence?
Look closer, brother;
Does he profess to know the way but lives in ignorance?
Does he live without direction?
Does he live for his erection,
As he fails to erect the God in him?
But becomes resurrected every Sunday Morning,
8 AM… “Better be there…. God’s watching…”

Then speaks to the youth about the God in them.
And when the youth speak the truth,
he tries to slaughters them.
And he Speaks of single mothers as victims,
Then goes out and creates more of them.
Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.
And…. continue…. to choose not to.
Forgive those men,
Because hating them only creates more of them.

So which man in which suite, how can we tell?
Time will tell.

In the meantime,
Trust the God in you and don’t follow them to hell.

Illistration & Poem by Mical Asefaw

Spoken Word

Spoken Word: I Want To Feel

I Want To Feel
By Mical Asefaw

I want to feel love
I want to fall so deep in it,
That I swim past the ocean’s of my blues,
Past the scarlets of my hearts,
Until I am suspended in purple.

I want to feel the kind of love
Where you would find Jesus and Ms. Magdalene looking up at the stars.
I want to float in the paradise Mohammed speaks of
Where Siddhartha becomes Buddha because all there is, is love.

And I want to make love the way leaves fall from trees, changing colors,
Before they touch the ground;
From the greens, to the yellows, to the reds, to the browns,
Freely trusting, letting go completely,
Then hopelessly falling all over again.

I want that kind of orgasm,
That, “please don’t end…”
But it does so that we can do it all over again.

That mental, spiritual, physical connection,
Where everyone is one, and everything is within me.

I want to be his friend,
So that when we touch all hurt mends.
I want to pay homage to his soul.

I want to dance in his heart and master the art of him.
I want to know the very essence that makes him, him.
I want to take all of his hurt, put it in a box, give it wings and make it fly far, far away.

I want to wake up next to him. Wake him up in the early morning, rock him and put him back to sleep.
I want to make him think he’s still dreaming.
I want to walk out of his dreams with nothing on but the mocha of my skin
And make him believe, that we are in the garden of Eden.

I want to show him a goodnight story
And leave him with the taste of the salt from my chinny-chin-chin.

I want to fall in love with him. On Top of him.
And let him groove to me… in me… with me.
I want to fall so deep, that he sings my name.
And I will ride every note of his song
Until he screams my name, chants my name,
whispers my name… oh, Mical…
Until I find new meaning in my name…

And my name… will be synonymous…. To the sounds of love.