again

  i can’t lie i wasn’t ready for you Trayvon to enter the gates of young Blk men heaven by the way of profiled projectiles popped off like it was natural perhaps even traditional. i was still stuck on lil’ Bobby Hutton, Fred & Mark and all the conspiracy theories for Medgar, Malcolm & Martin...
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Kenneth´s Poetry Books

Currently Kenneth is looking for new avenues to get his books printed, so at this time none are available. However, for very special reasons books can be privately printed. If you have a special cause please contact us and we’ll arrange something. Or if you have any information on printing/ publishing avenues we’d very much...
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The Walls

on the walls a place where we’re born again not judged and left to be exactly who we are on the walls a place where we say what we want write what we please punished drunk lips speaking wise sober hearts we write it all rep’n     yo’ city yo’ hood yo’ set i’ve seen...
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FOREIGN AFFAIRS

it’s a fact i hate to admit but i’m an alien amongst these beings called humans- a thing i once thought i was until i could no longer relate to the actions, attitudes and behaviors of those once considered divine. i realize  that i could no longer assimilate into the pods, people and propaganda, and...
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EXECUTIVE ORDER 1

Let’s not mistake the fact that the claws of oppression stretch far and continent wide unbiased in its approach to suppression! let’s not mistake the reality that just because words like FATAH does not adorn the gray uniforms here that the concept to corral, contain and quell the spirit of life that thumps in the...
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THE PEN

and so… through the familiar tears i find my fingers diving submarine lengths through those depth charge drops to that cruel irony that has trapped yet freed me for so very long: the pen! the pen that has encased my flesh/ 5 senses/ dreams mangled in the barbwire blocked by the plexi-glass and bouncing off...
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GAZA TALKS

as i walk through the check-points- “PASS!” fires at me. i grimace, flashing the papers that allow me to get to my destination. i never make eye contact, only press my paper to the face of the gates. we’re all in uniforms. weapons surround us as we weave through traffic/ long lines of lost souls...
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NINE ONE

tick tock the plot drips & drops as too much doubt hits the clock and we remember the pick-up truck rounding the block and the thoughts of hate clots brainwaves ready to deliver cruel ironic shocks as this scene is hatched our firm views become botched as the one many surely hated now faces what...
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SHATTERED DREAMS

Mirrors have been banned from Ad Seg inTexas. Ad Seg inmates can no longer have the small hand held mirrors (that commissary once sold). They say the inmates can make weapons (of Mass Destruction) with them!   REALLY?   Inmates have been making weapons LONG before these small hand held mirrors and will be making...
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THE SPARK

ashes, ashes they all fall down when the flames of hate lick up our heels twirling these deranged bodies that have known empty stomachs one too many times. from the sands of Tunisia to the twisted steel of Texas we find that oppression has a sour kiss hemlock venus fly trap lips that devours our...
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