When Facebook Statuses Turn Into Realizing Your Mother Really Might Be Erykah Badu – In Another Lifetime (aka Poetic SLAY)

#ConsiderTheWords  “To Erykah (Written Freestyle)” from a FB Status

You bad, u
Bad, u so bad
You renamed your kah
That soul fly free
Your soul fly free
Your soul so bad u
Got a window seat
To a conscious God
So you go on
Being woman
You go on
Being human
You go on
Being clever
And keep on listenin
To old school funk
Yet singing like future
& apple trees & hip hop
Your soul bops
Like church deacons
During prayer
But your voice bad
U, u, got sumn extra
U got sumn special
You got sumn wright
You got Seven-Mars-Puma
You named ’em
To rename themselves
I see you, and girl
U just bad, u just
This somethin a poet
Got to write about
Cuz you been my muse
Since like 2007
And that’s the name if your sun,
And my freedom, was born
’round 2011
I rhyme using numbers
I’m a real bad poet
But i’m BAD at math
Took me bout Xyrs
To realize $3.60 = 360°
A number of completion
Just like the number 7-
The name of your son!
Damn, I am a genius.
Men from Mars, we so strange…
But women are Earths.
They God’s creatures like mountain lions=
A silent puma that jumps over 7ft high
That’s a complete circle= a cipher=
Cypher be the name of my baby cat
360°= a complete circle
Gotdamn I’m doin math!
These words be Mathematics
Christ’s tomb be the “rolling stone”
God Born (Jaborn) be the God-
You named God in your song!
Going “On & On”!
Yall, she just might be a prophet-
tess. Yes, read that: minus “tess”
I had enough room to say “prophetess”
But I said she might be a PROPHET
Peace and blessings
Do manifest with every lesson learned
And my knowledge is my wealth
And i studied, my wealth be earned
That’s all part of the life I’ve lived
And on & on and on & on just ‘is’
And God knows God manifesting
That’s right, “peace and blessings”
Like one day I’ma be on “Rolling Stone”
Be manifesting
These still be mathematics
She sick with these numbers,
That’s why she bad and ill-matic
“Illmatic” be an equation
But we did not do our math
That’s why she laughed!
Ya’ll she bad, u just didn’t get it
And she my mother
I’m her son. 7 is the number of completion.
This year I’m 27.
The evidence goes on & on
I’m a man, we from Mars.
My best friend, Lant (Brown Venus)
be like my sister.
We both love poetry-she jump high, bout 7ft,
(That must be the “meters”)
Poetry = just like a “puma”
Girl, Erykah, we be your children
In another lifetime!
Girl, damn, we already living!
If you read this poem,
I bet i’ll sound just like your son
And my “mama” be like your mama.
And this poem so devine, like Loretta
This my poetry! Turns out, mama, i’m great at math!
“I’m really bad” = OneVoice Ill-Matic

(Then my cypher continues…)
Yooooo. I JUST wrote this! And i SIMULTANEOUSLY did the math! And this is my answer. I did the work. I studied. I asked for help. And Erykah Badu was my professor. See, I’m still doing math. But letters, these letters be my numbers. Tell me this shit, that is THIS POEM, ain’t BAD as FUCK! That ain’t profanity. It’s just a form of expression. In English. Just like “What’s up?”. Don’t be mad cuz I said “bad as fuck”, it’s just an expression. I speak Ebonically, but ya’ll i SWEAR I’m a genius. This MY poetry!

I’m already famous if yall…My Facebook FRIENDS and other social media buddies actually take the time to read posts that ring of poetry! Appreciate the piece of ART for what it is. Because just because you can’t eat my words at no celebration, my poetry looks, sound, feel, smell, taste just as good as my partner Justin Tyler ‘s cakes. These words make your ass think. And ya’ll LOVE to think. That’s why you use social media. You can laugh, cry, vibe to more than just music. You can go “YAZZZZZZZZ” over these words just like you go “YAZZZZZZ” when Beyonce slay. Poets being slaying for decades. But we dob’t always #ConsiderTheWords and how talented someone has to be to manipulate them in a way that hip hops, that Beethovens, that preaches, that calms, that teaches, and so on and so on…just like Erykah Badu’s song. Tell me that me just flowing as I write aint BAD as fuck? Silent. Without a beat. Poet’s do this shit like Beyonce slays…or Ledisi…or Adele…or Chris Brown…or J Cole…or Kendrick…mor Taylor Swift…or Maroon 5…or Frank Ocean…Or Rihanna…or Drake…or Future…or 2 Chains…go support the arts! Don’t WAIT until we get famous. Get us while we are local! While we are accessible and more in touch with the people. If you support us…like we do celebrities, will BE famous…and artists, especially any operating in any aspect of poetry, originality, creativity, professionalism, let’s actively work (like we do at these jobs) at the DEVELOPMENT of our crafts. It’s okay to take workshops. Get “vocal” coaches. Collaborate. It’s okay to barter. As well as exchange currency. It’s okay to be as real as we are in our art. As FREEDOM as we are in our art. I may only be speaking to the introverts but we can’t let our insecurities, fears, ego trips, misconceptions keep us suppressed. We gotta go get it like the extroverts. And sometimes we need tutoring or a team mate or a coach or a mentor or a teacher.

Artists we must invest in every way possible. Audience who “like” posts gotta invest in simply doing what they do everyday…share, like, comment. Celebrities are due their attention. But the celebrities in the making, who have familiar values, are starving, not from money cuz WE WORK, but we are starving for the support of those who always get so FREELY what we value most…our art. When we love something or someone we got follow that up with a verb. Some form of action. A genuine action. Let’s ler all this love we’ve encountered stretch until it busts these chains on the people, we the people, us, alla us who share dreams of autonomy, independence, freedom, change, in any and every way…let’s go for it. Let’s gain access into the system and share how to work it to your benefit. To everyone’s benefit. Because we can do more than the expected….we can fly. If we just spread our wings. Love.
OneVoice

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#ConsiderTheWords “Chains Cannot Be ‘Broken’ “

Unexpectedly, I’m
Stretching chains to their limit, not breaking
Their structure. Expecting

The snap-clang of chains breaking but never
To witness it=insane.
Chains cannot be “broken”

Brokenness is the wrong word for chains—change
“break to “bust”. In order
To “break” chains restricting you, you must stretch

so big they grow beyond
Their structure, to the point, the chain (or change)
busts; meaning it stretches

Beyond its limits. It
“Busts” from the pressure it inadequately contained.
Black folk…,we’ve been restrained.

In order to attain
“change” we have to change our structure; stretch–
Give the system’s pressure

So we can BUST out these
chains. Then we can BREAK Inequality’s
system. Which isn’t a chain.

Inequality is
a system and systems break. Because their
structure’s comprised of change.

Change’s a system composed
Of chains. Chains are comprised of “a system
of circles linking”.

Together they strengthen
The structure they were designed to contain.
Se’prate–ineffective.

Stronger as a collective. Links of chains:
stronger together. We then
be the pressure needed

Needed to change systems
(Composed of links forming a structure meant
To contain the masses,

who designed it, to restrain specific
masses being studied).
Change’s a system comprised

Of chains. We can break systems by BUSTING
chains. Study the language;
Structr’ally supportive

systems which mistranslate
the word: “Equal”, choosing words like “Man” when
‘man’ really refers to

mankind. In other words,
“humans” In other words, ‘people’= links in
a chain, make systems like

“Change”. Chains can’t be broken
because of how they are made. Come on, my
People, let’s BUST our chains.

#ConsiderTheWords “Kendrick Lamar On The Equation For Inequality” A Poem by OneVoice 

Kendrick’s dick ain’t free. Said
Kendrick. What’s the interest? Its hard to
Calculate prime numbers.

So, now, Kendrick, what say
You to higher profits? What say you to
the prophets? King Kunta,

What say you to “I heard
Prophets only want to prosper”? Selah.
Kudos. Ennui? Artists

Have to stop it. “Who me?”
Indeed. Soldier, Danger ’round the corner.
Bullets free? Certainly

There is no interest.
The equation for inequality:
There is no interest.

Question, according to the poem, what is the equation for inequality?

#ReadMorePoetry #ConsiderTheWords 

Because I read more poetry I learned how to consider the words which has transformed my perspectives and granted me insight into the world I live in. I’m a poet and I Can Write A Poem Like This:

A black woman slaughtered
In the street– does she make a sound Black men
Aren’t outraged, Black women

Understand your silence-
A storm on deserted land, no body
bears witness to your “I”

#ConsiderTheWords Notice the punctuation, or the lack thereof. Notice where the lines end–the lines are composed of words. Focus on the words and how they are used to summon multiple specific thoughts, attitudes, ideals, concepts, experiences, facts, feelings, etc.  Notice how the words LOOK in tandem to how the SOUND. Consider the incongruency. All day, we write and see things that are incongruent, yet all day we somehow smooth out the anamolies…and we make a joke. We make a meme. We compose a clever tweet or facebook status. We pray. We laugh. We show our hearts in word in a status when we endure life. They prepared us for more math in the future…but they did not prepare us for more reading. More critical thinking based on what we can see EVERYDAY and understand. It’s how we survive.

Look at #BlackLivesMatter….that movement grows because we read it. We are so intelligent we understand things as concise and precise as “Black Lives Matter”. The words were chosen with intent. It was NAMING and calling attention to a SPECIFIC issue for a specific group of people in America. The Civil Rights Movement, in hindsight, was a little too broad. But it addressed a SPECIFIC issue at that SPECIFIC time. For some reason, in and before the 1960s, it was easier to understand that Black people were having different experiences than other Americans at a disproportionate rate.  The same thing is going on now. And it is still CIVIL RIGHTS. Yet, simultaneously it is HUMAN rights and that is to say AMERICAN rigbts. Clearly, and most obviously, all lives are important. All lives should be treated equally. Not based on skin color, religion, sexuality, sex, gender, fame, wealth, weight, age, physical appearance, level of education, criminal history, previous behaviors, city, state, county, million dollar home or project or trailer park or homeless shelter. All lives should be treated as valuable and worthy of reverence. No matter who they are or what they have done, but specifically when they are LAW abiding citizens. And “LAW abiding citizens” are determined by the law which functions on the premise that there is innocence until guilt is proven for all. That justice exists for all. But it does not. All lives matter! Duh. Black people are human enough and intelligent enough to understand that. We understand it so well that it goes unsaid. What Black people did decide to communicate, specifically, is that BLACK LIVES MATTER, too. Because the law does not seem to extend to us in the same way. Black Americans decided to speak out about what is affecting our community specifically at this point and time. The fact that, According to the law: every American citizen should be considered innocent until proven guilty, under the presumption that a FAIR trial will occur consisting of a judge, a jury, and two opposing attorneys representing the accused as well as the accuser. The thing the law does not consider, is the disproportionate distribution of power in a country composed of different cultures and backgrounds based on color, region, sex, gender, age, religious affiliation, level of education which often time depends upon where you live and your socioeconomic class, which is also based on prejudices, biases, judgments, behaviors, etc. that depend upon what we sense in relation to what we can and ARE willing to understand. 

We must read more. We, as a nation, must read more. #ReadMorePoetry focuses on poetry because poetry is an artform that manipulates language in a manner that reflects the state of being of the person, which reflects that person’s state of mind, which is influenced by that person’s genetics, experiences, observations and insights, which correlates (in some way) to the state of the union, that is to say the United States of America, which is our country. And our country is composed of many, many differing perspectives, cultures, and backgrounds. All of which can be broadened, hardened, or evolved, by education…which is also disproportionately distributed. Repeating history.

#ConsiderTheWords and you may be simultaneously considering the future you envisioned for yourself and your children. Study words like they try to get us to study math, history, literature, etc. Study the words that compose each subject. The words matter. The specific language used matters. Figure out the language then you figure out an equation that math may not have discovered yet. Don’t wait for someone to do the work for you. Do it yourself. You then graduate to “master” even if, to live, you have to do the work of a slave. You master your purpose in a manner that reflects your state of being, which reflects your state of mind, which is influenced by your experiences, observations and insights, which correlates to the state of the union, that is to say the United States of America, which is our country. And our country is composed of many, many differing perspectives, cultures, and backgrounds. All of which can be broadened, hardened, or evolved, by education…which is also disproportionately distributed. Repeating history.

#ReadMorePoetry. Read more journals, essays, articles, novels, plays, artist reviews, educational reviews, statistics, etc. Don’t wait to enroll in school. Don’t wait for someone to give you a syllabus. Start with what interests you and break away from your interests and challenege your thoughts with a concept or idea that calls a perception or behavior to question that you possess yourself.
Master your understanding of the various sub- languages existing in the English language then you become a force to be reckoned with in whatever career, extracurricular activity, hobby, craft, vocation, you choose.