I Don’t Write For You

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I don’t write
because I can
or to have you
in the palm of hand
I don’t write
because I do,
I write because I have to.
Hunger turned inside out
causing me to quake
scribbling like a junkie
prepping his next bake
The high to write
grips my soul
as I begin
to shake
Held fast by
a passion I
never want to escape
No I cannot put it down
until I have rendered her
her due
as I slowly whisper
to myself,
I
don’t
write
for
you.

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Rippin [the disclaimer]

This blog

will

not be begged

borrowed

or shanghied son

no not beat up

sifted

whipped

nor spun –

it is my

intellectual property

and

my physical property too

so it shant

be quoted sampled or quipped

or

otherwise

fucked

with.

Enjoy the day.

Kawika.

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Having   


met you

in Barbados

while

walking

on the beach,

I observed
foamy

blue

water

caressing
your
quiet
feet.
Our eyes
became
entangled
in more
than a casual way
We ended up talking —

walking
down
the
beach

that

day
But
I won’t even front,
even if
I
could

because
it

was

that

God

given
complexion
that
arrested
my
attention
on
that
warm
Bajan
day.
It was
your
countenance
over
conversation
carried

by
the

wind,
It was
your

natural

vibe

reviving
my soul

again

With your

alluding
to

the facts

as

you

understood them

then;

and
that I should rise up to confront

life….

And…
that things would turn out better

if I did.

From then to now

and

now

and

then

it

has
been
simply
unspoken

a bond

unbroken
holding us

together

as friends…

Now married to you….

thirty two years later,

we walk together

again…

Having met you
on

a
beach
in
Barbados.

End.
For Lisa

If this doesn’t apply to you don’t trip but if it does, then this is my little jingle for you. 😎

Rippin [the disclaimer]

This piece will not be begged, borrowed or shanghied son no not beat up sifted whipped nor spun it is my intellectual property and my physical property too so it shant be quoted sampled or quipped or otherwise fucked with.

Enjoy the day.

Sincerely, Kawika.

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Copyright

May 6th, 2017

When Love and Justice meet

imagePART ONE

The

killing thing America

is that it happens everyday,

this meet and greet

promoting self

and

hate.
You with your maniacal
and twisted dream
Deny,
deny,
denied,
has long been your battle cry

Like

a

closed society

where

cash is king

and

lying

a repetitive act of normalcy

But I digress

Breaking news, this just in….

CNN is ablaze

and Don Lemon

we are amazed,
that you do what you got to do,
albeit a tan in a can
to quench a nation
long transfixed
by color
and race.

Speaking of Talib Kweli,

Oh Don please,

its best you let the brother be

else he might take pen to pad

if you make him mad

and he gonna have to e, e, ether-ize you, up in this piece.

PART 2

The police got that

strong arm twist,

but that just got the people pissed

and they ain’t trying to hear that shit anymore.

There is no justice in America today, not now,

not tomorrow,

not yesterday.

With all this show of force

with weapons

and

scopes

What did you prove?

What did it show?

You told on yourselves and now people see,

you ain’t right,

and

never
have
been
PART 3

True justice,

she neither

be

burdened

nor blind

but it appears

some you white folk
may
have
gouged
out
her eyes

And even though

you

be

you,

and

I be me,
and
then,
we,

being us,

being she,
being he,

we being

all cast

from that

all mortals tree

then why is it we refuse

to embrace

the reciprocal nature

that love,

in common with justice would bring?

If only we. . . .

Despite your introspective sighs
the people continue to cry / sing.

What justice?
What peace?

This will never be.
Not as long as the powers that be, continue

to dominate

his brother to his injury.

So then
why then is it so hard
for people
to conceptualize
to recognize
the real issue at hand;
and the
universal ramifications
for us not
respecting
history
nor accurately
discerning
where we are
in
the
stream
of
time?

End.