I am not a rembrandt

a fill this or get that

I am full of Zulu blood

although hud may house my home

it keeps me off the project block

which consistently shelters my brothers and sisters

and just because I get welfare for my food

and sell what’s unused to the highest bidder

my children shall eat vegetables and meat

not malnutrioned or weak shall they grow

but tall and straight and surrounded by love

which will conceal the poverty and hypocrisy

of those that assume I am abusing the system

and dare not think the system is using me

no I shall hold my children in my bosom

and pray the streets dont make a corpse

of my daughter or son

each night they come home

is a battle I’ve won

my child will not know of lights out or

cell block D you see

I will not allow the system to have my children

they shall house and feed their bodies

but their mentalitites I’ll breed

to let them know better

to make them aware

life is not fair

keep your bars Ritkers Island

my children prefer Hersheys or Twix

they shall get thier kicks from

education, preservation and renovation

of this nation

you see

I am not raising felons or thieves

but Kings and Queens who will one day

claim their throne.


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Nonsense Makes Sense

We tango sambo
Manifesting delicious
Delinquency to the tune
Of tito
Ditto machito & his afro-cubans
Plantation palpitations
Bandana fandango
Somber sambo
Santeria celia
Cruz middle passage
Memorizing meringue
Sherbro sho bro
Talk that talk
Tantalize romanticize
Defecate delinquencies
Until p diddy’s umbrella
Is eunichized

Colonial Colón
Original origami
Paper tigers like Swans, geishas, Gertrude
& Virginia
Shakespeare’s sister
In a room of her own
But I’da b well damned
If that be my destiny.

Isis Osiris
Sister brother
Wife husband
ashes spread across seven skies
And I, sis, come looking
Reunification rectification
Holy wholeness
Can’t flub it
Or fuck with it
Untouchable like beloved
Whole womb
Embraces total nut
And it’s on
Like donkey kong
Or king kong.
who ain’t got nuttin on me
Cept extended stomach
Moon round
Full and fecund
Digging the ground
For roots
Sooty black foots my only carriage
But divorce not marriage
That be how I do it do i
While you try to woo it
only to end up rueing it
behind some foolish shit

but that ain’t the end
as I extend into tomorrow
no sorrow
as I search the world round
for the proper noun
to give my seed

P.A.C vs my history
sobukwe no way
Dahomey da homey
Africa to america
Da homey
Get it on, Gat it on
get get gone
only grass seen
prison lawn

don 3 of 4
1st sankara
2nd kono
And yeah, fauna
Has his name
Nowhere near lame

And I reclaim my fame
Signing my true name
I, Sis, You, Bro, San, Son
Isis Osiris and Horus
True trinity.

©2006 Tichaona M. Chinyelu