9a to 1p
And recite the dysfunctional religion created by
People referred to as Master
Plastered words into our minds to believe
That our existence on this earth was a mistake, a sin
Barefoot our ancestors walked for miles and miles
With back scars screaming for a voice to save the child
The same child birthed by a raped negro mother
That negro child gave birth to a child and that child
Without a father -
Wonder why teenage fathers of today run away from their responsibilities
These slave masters were pimps before black folk even thought of the name
I often shun my head away from the black community in shame
Obama cannot redeem us as Harriet Tubman freed us
They inflicted words into our throats to make us believe we need Jesus
Looking above the sky to the north star, wade in the water
The same waters that trouble us to this day because we sink in our ignorance
Frolicked pieces of paper represented our freedom
One signature by one Master and we thought our shackles were lifted
Not as in smoking, but as in without the slightest clue that we will never be -
[A Natural Blessing]
Someone explain the N-word
Not Nigga but Nappy
Afro-picks to the kinks make the curls so happy
Natural is beautiful, even if you refuse to represent it
Admit it, no relaxer can change the pigment around your laughter
Skin color is irrelevant
But unruly heads make society so tender,
It's a hec-a-hard to separate the ignorant,
Oops, I meant the "ignant" to the melanin
Fists of pride we were discovered in
Still had origin when stripped of rights by the government
Motivational speakers, activists, we were all of them
Even with the two strand twists, locks, braids, cornrows, afros, blow-outs & hot-combs
Hair will never define our capabilities
So don't limit me to stereotypes because of my originality
Personality is more than a clenched fist and a microphone,
And if you don't like it, then you can close your eyes or go home
Cause I'm gonna wear my afro, you ain't gotta ask bro
I was born Proud and Pride was a given
I won't give in to a limited standard
Straight hair won't tame me,
A nappy head won't change me
Accepted or Rejected,
I am a Natural Blessing
[Art of Noise]
I'm from a place so authentic that it would be too disrespectful to describe with my intelligence
So listen with your eyes and see with your ears the feel of what my truth might reveal:
All of my Grandmother's children have soul from our 8-counts to the bend in our toes
Arches on our feet so we don't stomp on the spirits setting us free
Torchetaes and pottybooraes
We knew these words before we could spell them, let alone pronounce them
Our rhythm rampaged through our hearts
There was no such thing as a break
Next was the buffalo shuffle, another 8-count
While we could still feel the vibrations from our tap shoes in our sleep
Every Saturday was a ritual for repentance
The minute your heels touch the floor of the studio,
Your sins forgotten, forgiven
For now is the world that you live in
For the next 34 saturdays of the year,
YOU WILL LIVE, EAT, BREATHE, SLEEP AND THINK DANCE.
Nothing else matters.
I'm from a place where I'm not accepted for who I am. In some way, shape or form, I am always picked apart for my skin color, originality or my body type. So where I'm really from is a phrase.
"It ain't where you from, it's where you at…"
Warm Summers, a rainy Spring, and a snowy Winter.
I am from Monument road, where the leaves and flowers
scatter the yard.
I am from "dust this, clean that, do this, do that"
I'm from New Year's Day brunch
with people filling the house.
I'm from hands on waist
Arms Crossed, stern look disciplinarians.
Church going, "Amen"
and prayer reciting Christians.
From the strong veterans
serving our country
and protecting the family.
I am from great cooks and amazing bakers
sending beautiful scents around the house.
From the Davenports from Virginia
with a poultry farm
and many acres of land.
I am from loving friends
who are there to talk and laugh whenever we need it.
I am from singers, dancers, and musicians
performing their talents for many to see.
I am from family that sticks together through the
ups and downs.
I am from a strong, powerful, and diverse lineage.
From 40+ growing exponentially it seems
Family I mean
From people I seem to contrast drastically
Where I’m may not say much,
To my aunt’s got a whole novel, and then some
I’m from my grandparents who lived nearly a century
Who seem to have left behind ever more than they thought they would
I’m arguing about who would kill who: “Batman or Goku?”
Not realizing, better yet, not caring we’ve got work to do.
I’m from walking in back, because apparently I walk too slow.
“And we’re in the back AGAIN.” Stephen says.
Making jokes at the people in front,
They know we’re talking about them, but that’s the fun right?
I’m from never getting any work, when my friends are around
I’m from a point in which I thought I couldn’t escape
Told I was too quiet, or stupid
Second I open my mouth: “Wow he’s really smart!”
Really? I didn’t know.
Sorry I wasn’t born with the size of a dart
I’m from straight D’s to straight A’s
Haha, I lie, there may be few B’s in there
I’m from seeing my friends all set on their careers and life choices
But all I want is to experience everything
Visit everywhere, do everything
Well, not everything but you know what I mean
I’m from me, where are you from?
I’m from the home land.
I’m from dirty fields.
I’m from blood sweat and tears.
I’m from a home filled of amazing smells
And, dirty socks.
I’m from a loving family.
Who I want to kill
But, always in goodwill
They only want me to fulfull
Everything that I’m capable in.
My bed, my lovely bed
With Red sheets
So loving, so amazing
When I come home tired it’s blazing with delight
I just want to cuddle with it forever.
I’m the most delicious food you’ll ever eat.
It’s amazing and I can only find it in my amazing house
Her spouse is an amazing guy.
He’s my dad, and I love him
But, he can be an ass.
I’m Mohamed, and I love my House!
A once quaint streak of depressingly similar 18ft wide, boxy, West Philly row homes-
now infested with the bellows of
“OHHHHH YOU TRYNA BUST???”
Is where I’m from.
Where voicing verbal lashes of insults with your very best friends are the norm.
And if the insult wasn’t “good enough” then
“That shit was ass”
is the retort for your failed attempt of humor.
Yep, I’m from
Teeth chattering and hand numbing winter nights of 20 and below
On a cold and unwelcoming cemented porch
Where adolescents bundle air tight with each other’s limbs and torsos
like horror-struck kindergarteners
clinging dearly to their mothers with a suffocating iron grip on the first day of school.
Where being together in the cold of the night was more important then being warm, cozy and sane
“Yo, what’s ya name?” and “Damn, who’re you?”.
Where apparently silence isn’t taken as “I’m clearly NOT interested”.
I’m from summers of sweating puddles, shopping obsessively, and
I’m from persistent car alarms screeching ear-popping pitches,
all because our football decided to take air in its own route.
Where shades of mocha, caramel, and vanilla
strut underneath towering tracks of the EL,
pushing aside outward differences for a mere moment-
is where I’m from.
Yeah, I’m from
Horrendous animal nicknames, tedious trips to the “Papi’s”, and
hyena-like fits of laughter with my very best friends.
I believe I’m from those days
with my very best friends.
“Where I am from” Poem
I am from the core of sport centers
Roars that follow louder then cars
Homes lined up to its twin sharing
the occasional tree that separates the outlook.
I am from the smell of detailed foods.
As the smells travel throughout the house
Satisfying as it reaches your tongue.
I am from the couch where my grandfather would sit
and not one baseball game was missed.
I am from the cold winters and the hot summers
One night colder or warmer then another.
I am from the wildly celebrated holidays
That lasted from days on end.
The ones that brought our family closer
And together for remembrance.
I am from the do good
And good things will come to you.
I am from the educated
And learn new things everyday.
not in the typical sense but
a town within a large city
a small place where you may know my name
or my face
but it ends there
I'm from a medium sized house with a medium sized family in it
from Kevin, the other one of two children
two point five children and a white picket fence?
not so much,
a gray wire fence though does the same job
holds in the large dreams
protecting them from harm
as we sit together around the kitchen table discussing days on end
I'm from a garden,
tomatoes, peppers and more
planted and cultivated by Dad and now myself
but also of large dreams
where some lie dead in the face of financial distress
others, in lack of progress
from dreams blooming like sunflowers
large dreams speak to the hours and hours I spend
pouring over books, fact and figures
attempting to use the ingredients and execute the recipe
began by Mom
I'm from baking bread
the doughy smell enveloping the house
the lock to the fence
the security blanket
keeping us from getting hurt
from being a convert, to the broken world
I'm from protection
"You're extremely lucky,
so many would wish
for just this"
I am from FamilyFrom place to place
I am from GamingFrom an anger so uncalled for it amazes even me
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Tuesday, Sept. 6th:
8:15-10:15am - 2 hour advisory
10:20-11:35 - X band
11:40-12:45 - Y band
12:50-1:55 - A Band
2:00-3:05 - B Band
Wednesday, Sept. 7th:
8:15-9:15am - 1 hour advisory
9:20-10:25 - C Band
10:30-11:35 - D Band
11:40-12:45 - E Band