Shot Wi Like! : Yaris Sanchez
"The Art of War" by: Nubian Star
The Art of War
What is a conversation?
A back & forth of wills
A pouring of the union of…
Mind, soul, & heart
A cup running over u
With mutually conflicting
Ideas
Half listening
Overdue statements
Emotional Bottle Rockets
Erupt pain-filled lava
Hot with wicked delivery
Tit for tat
Between u & me
Has become verbal swordplay
& I am on the fence
& since when have conversations
Not been verbal manifestoes
One sided declarations of tainted truth
Never once did I say
I really cared to listen
Don’t know the start of the misgivings
Cuz the point was some where back there
With the accusations
Just wanted a real conversation
Want you to tune into my radio station
Feel my frequency
So you can see my agenda
Cuz to my will is how I want to bend ya
Gumby style
& All the while
You
Interject with a feverish pace
Trying to be the leader of this
Lexical race
Manipulating perceptions
So what you want can be
Perceived Reality
Saying just the right incantation
To get me to cleave
To your DICtatorship
See Captain
You
Can go down without
Me
Cuz this bickering I
Doubt will be resolved soon
Like it would take
Cows leaping over the moon
And pigs flying
& The Art of Conversation
Is
Dying
To Soap Box Politicians
Social Media
& Malicious Intent
The PowerPlay of the Circumvent
Just to be the LOUDEST to Vent
Get off Ya chest
Moving pawns
Requiring Kissed Pinky Admiration
Like a Bishop
Not really caring if I listen
In an attempt to be
HEARD
Flinging AK47 assault words
To kill the competition
All the while forgetting the mission was to
COMMUNICATE!
End Point
4/3/13
What is a conversation?
A back & forth of wills
A pouring of the union of…
Mind, soul, & heart
A cup running over u
With mutually conflicting
Ideas
Half listening
Overdue statements
Emotional Bottle Rockets
Erupt pain-filled lava
Hot with wicked delivery
Tit for tat
Between u & me
Has become verbal swordplay
& I am on the fence
& since when have conversations
Not been verbal manifestoes
One sided declarations of tainted truth
Never once did I say
I really cared to listen
Don’t know the start of the misgivings
Cuz the point was some where back there
With the accusations
Just wanted a real conversation
Want you to tune into my radio station
Feel my frequency
So you can see my agenda
Cuz to my will is how I want to bend ya
Gumby style
& All the while
You
Interject with a feverish pace
Trying to be the leader of this
Lexical race
Manipulating perceptions
So what you want can be
Perceived Reality
Saying just the right incantation
To get me to cleave
To your DICtatorship
See Captain
You
Can go down without
Me
Cuz this bickering I
Doubt will be resolved soon
Like it would take
Cows leaping over the moon
And pigs flying
& The Art of Conversation
Is
Dying
To Soap Box Politicians
Social Media
& Malicious Intent
The PowerPlay of the Circumvent
Just to be the LOUDEST to Vent
Get off Ya chest
Moving pawns
Requiring Kissed Pinky Admiration
Like a Bishop
Not really caring if I listen
In an attempt to be
HEARD
Flinging AK47 assault words
To kill the competition
All the while forgetting the mission was to
COMMUNICATE!
End Point
4/3/13
Written by: Nubian Star
NUHBEGINC MULTIMEDIA
Poetry "Stand Ur Ground" By: Nubian Star
“Stand Ur Ground”
Trayvon Martin, Marrissa Alexander, Jordan Davis, Derek Williams, Darius Simmons,
Alexander Wilson, Oscar Grant
Names inked in history for wanting too much life
Wanting too many rights
Wanting to defend themselves
Needing to stand their ground
Now the bullets resound globally
And the cries are attempting to be smothered
With the pillow sewn with Betty Ross’ needle
The plight of endangered people
Has been historically ignored
The premises of this very place is open doors
They came to this country under shield of cross
The mayflower never bloomed
The shackles ensued
Small pox blankets cover the wounds
Festering hate
Neighborhoods behind special gates
But the truth is we’re all incarnated
Falling for the bait
40 acres
never made it
Neither did the mule
This is justice so cruel
And they wonder why ppl riot
While they died
Can’t pass bills
And stay alive
Senators debate
Lawmakers are fakes
Shots to the wall
Gets u 20 yrs out the gate
Marrissa don’t deserve that fate
And neither do I
But I promise if I’m followed
That person gone die before me
Young bodies in hearses I’m tired of seeing
Black and brown ppl are not equals
1% doesn’t make u the majority
The struggle of the minority
Is rarely reported
Media creating fictitious stories
But what about his story
What about the fact that never again
Will Oscar’s daughter see his smile
Never again will Jordan’s music beat wildly
Cause his color snuffed out his cause
Taking out the garbage is a death sentence y’all
If you are
young
Black
Male
This conspiracy is real
Racially profiled
Can get you killed
And ur murderer free
When will it ring for me
Free
When will I be able to walk these streets
Free
When will this ground my ancestors tilted be for me
Free
When will the laws protect
Me
End Point
7/29/13
by: Nubian Star