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Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart: N/A
Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart: N/A
Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart: N/A
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Then come inside for the real meal.

THE NEW KKK

Kids killing kids,
Killing not knowing the meaning of life,
Kreating strife with a gun or a knife

RIVER OF JORDAN

No one flew to the rim like him,
Curled straight hair way he flew thru the air

I HAVE A DREAM

The dream of how Ill be judged,
Really I dont care,
Im not ashamed of my hair

INTERVENTION

As spring produces flowery growth,
Cosmic kindness joined us both,
In time, and place, and circumstance,
And miracle of new romance.

DOUBT

You see the sun, still you ask,
Will I bake, or will I bask?
LanguageEnglish
PublisheriUniverse
Release dateJun 30, 2011
ISBN9781462016839
Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart: N/A
Author

Mickey Bey

Mickey Bey was born in Cleveland, Ohio, in 1948. He is a graduate of Cuyahogo Community College and attended Cleveland State University. He is as a lifelong poet and dreamer. He still lives in Ohio today.

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    Poetry for the Hip Hop at Heart - Mickey Bey

    Contents

    DEDICATION

    Chapter 1

    * THE NEW KKK *

    * OBAMA! *

    * HIP HOP HOORAY *

    * CORRECTNESS *

    * CRACK PIPE *

    * IMUS *

    * OKRA *

    * SAGGIN’ *

    * I HAVE A DREAM *

    * ILLOGICAL BIOLOGICAL *

    * REGGIN *

    * PULPIT PIMP *

    * BUZZARDS ON THE BLOCK *

    * MICHAEL VICK *

    Chapter 2

    * SKINNY MINNIE *

    * COFFEE BROKE *

    * LUCKY DAY *

    * RIVER OF JORDAN *

    * DINNER DANCE *

    * JACK AND JILL *

    * THOROUGHBRED *

    * JUNGLE JIVE *

    * SILVER FOX *

    * NIKKI LIES *

    * AMERICA THE BOOTYFUL *

    * MILES DAVIS *

    Chapter 3

    * THE MOVEMENT *

    * JR. HIGH *

    * EMMETT TILL *

    * CATS AND DOGS *

    * KING OF KINGS *

    * MRS. FENTON *

    * GOOD IN THE HOOD *

    * JOB NOTICE *

    * WISDOM OF A CHILD *

    * ALI *

    * SOMEONE ELSE *

    * OXYMORON *

    * WORLD PEACE *

    Chapter 4

    * MOMMY AND GEOMETRY *

    * HOLY WATER *

    * POWER *

    * THE TENDER TOUCH *

    * CONFLICT AND RESOLUTION *

    * IMMORTAL *

    * THAT SPECIAL RAINBOW *

    * ANAHATA *

    * SHE *

    Chapter 5

    * THE WOODED PATH *

    * SILENT PARTNER *

    * MAY FLOWERS *

    * BUSHES *

    * BRITTLE BRANCHES *

    * THAT EMERALD NEGLIGEE *

    * SHADOWS *

    * THE BUTTERFLY *

    * MIGHTY HUNTERS *

    Chapter 6

    * REALITIES *

    * DOUBT *

    * AROUND THE CLOCK *

    * SYNTHETIC *

    * THE YELLOW ROSE *

    * ECSTACY *

    * OPPORTUNITY *

    * PERSONAL PRONOUN *

    * CORRINE *

    * PREPARATION *

    Chapter 7

    * FALLEN EMPIRES *

    * MUCH LIKE YOU *

    * BLACKNESS *

    * JOHN COLTRANE *

    * BRIDGES *

    * ZEROES *

    * TIGER *

    * REUNION *

    Chapter 8

    * SUNSHINE *

    * THE OTHER SIDE *

    * SKELETONS *

    * SECRETS *

    * MISERY *

    * FRECKLES *

    * FORBIDDEN FRUIT *

    * UNWRITTEN *

    * INTERVENTION *

    * COMPLACENCY *

    * DARK GREY *

    * LONELY *

    * WHO *

    Chapter 9

    * UNCLE TOM *

    * JACKIE ROBINSON *

    * PATRIOTISM *

    * ROCKY *

    * CHOSEN PEOPLE *

    * MY MAN RICHARD *

    * ROOTS *

    * INNER CITY *

    * DON’T SNITCH *

    * THE LIBERTY BELL *

    DEDICATION

    I thank all the poets who have given their poetry to the world, especially Nikki Giovanni, Maya Angelou, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, and Hafez, my favorites. I also thank Smokey Robinson, Tupac, and all those who put music to their poetry. I have learned from, been inspired by, and derived great pleasure from their works. For all the poets who have not had time to write their poems down, I have read them and enjoyed them. I hope you will enjoy reading about some of the things I have overheard you saying, and some of the things I’ve seen you do.

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    THE NEW KKK *

    Kids killing kids,

    Killing not knowing

    The meaning of life,

    Kreating strife

    With a gun or a knife,

    Kaught up,

    Baby momma drama,

    No husband or wife,

    Want to be real,

    Kooking in kitchens,

    Not serving meals,

    Don’t have a job but work as

    Actors in the worst movie made,

    Playing the part but not getting paid.

    There was no one around to tell you

    What you could really be,

    So you play the game the same

    As you see it played on T.V.,

    Tragic imitations,

    Self-fulfilled prophecies

    Of limitations,

    Angry tones,

    No safe haven among your own,

    Why you kannot learn in school,

    Konversations far too cruel,

    A mean mode, silly notion,

    Sick devotion to some krazy kode,

    That’s only real in the video,

    And fake dreams burst like balloons,

    From illusions created

    By klip klop buffoons.

     *

    OBAMA! *

    Loved seeing Barack get elected,

    Change is a mysterious thing.

    Was it we, or he,

    That reached the mountain top?

    Used to feel that way about Ali,

    Victories nourished me.

    Still have my own mountains to climb,

    Must find my reason for living,

    My rhythm, my rhyme,

    But this was a moment in time,

    The pyramid on the dollar bill

    And the all seeing eye,

    Why should anyone be surprised,

    The march on Washington was a prophecy,

    But is this the promised land,

    Do I get my forty acres and a mule?

    Let’s get real.

    Sam Cooke also had a prophecy,

    Seal reminded us recently,

    A change is gonna come.

    After his buddy got arrested, Obama said:

    The Cambridge police acted stupidly.

    Before that, I was beginning

    To wonder why I cried.

    Firsts don’t quench my thirst,

    That First 100 days speech

    Got stuck in my throat,

    High tide lifts all boats don’t float

    When I’m stuck on dry land

    With only lines in my hand.

    If the Gates fiasco was a teachable moment,

    Here’s what I learned:

    As a role model for my son,

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