“10 Things I Want to say to the Class of 2012” (as performed at Columbia University’s Black Graduation on May 15th 2012).
Wrote this in my living room. This is the poem in its sixth or seventh form. It may change again, going forward. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
Look, I, temporarily on the rim
of the grave,
have grasped my mother’s hand
my father’s leg.
There is the hand of Robeson
Langston’s thigh
Zora’s arm and hair
your grandfather’s lifted chin
the lynched woman’s elbow
what you’ve tried to forget
of your grandmother’s frown.
Each one, pull one back into the sun
We who have stood over
so many graves
know that no matter what theydo
all of us must live
or none.
For whatever reason the music in the 14th Street station (A/C/E) is always really beautiful. This morning she was playing. So I had to photograph her.
(by Justin Lucarelli)
I want to speak to my God,
Who is to me a mountain.
He is colossal.
His summit, the pillowed star.
And I, lie broken at the foot
Shards of his glory.
I want to speak to my God
Who is to me a mountain,
With a face of
Water, that full of knowledge
Weeps,
But keeps a wind to…
And…good evening
wow.
(Source: typbaltimore)
