Dedicated to the last poets
The Last no more...
We're Underated, We're Educated
The Corner was our time when Times stood still
And Gators and snake gangs and yellow and pink
and colored blue profiles glorify that
My People, Hear what I have to say
My People, Ebony, white, red, Yellow the times have changed
No longer are niggers afraid of Revolution
No longer are niggers afraid of Solution
We no longer accept it
The Dollar Bill is the Nigga's only god
We've been spoiled rotten to the core, even those whose parents didnt "spare the
Rod"
But There will be a Revolution
Oh believe we'll find a Solution
And when the Revolution comes, some of us will catch it on TV
at least those wit enough sense to stop watchin 106 & Park on BET
And While This is goin on
We must always remember the corner as our home
The Corner was Our Magic, Our Music, Our Politics
Fires Raised as Tribal Dancers and
War cries that broke out on different corners
Power to the people, Black Power, Black Is Beautiful
We Raised the alarm, but no one heeded the call
Niggas so used to runnin away or tryin to stall
We're still stuck in the slave days
Still followin the Willie Lynch Ways
"Keep the Slave's Body Strong and It's Mind Weak"
We play football out on concrete
and Watch TV everyday of the week
See the Connection?
The Last poets Prophosized a Revolution
and Prayed that the youth would find a solution
Listen, Listen! Do you hear the War Drums?
Listen, Listen! Out Of many we make one
E PLURIBUS UNUM
We make one by mentally destroyin many
Niggers so oblivious to the obvious as long as the world keeps spinning
O' Holy One Heard my cry
And Saw the tears in my eyes as more people set out to die
Today is the day for Revolution
Today is the start of our search for solutions
On this Day, we are now all free
On this night, We'll Put our mark down in history
My people, My People, the Revolution has come
My People, My people, Do you hear the War Drums?
My people, My People,Out of many concerns our voice becomes one
This isnt the Start of another Dream
This Must Be the Start Of Reality
And We watch As the Niggas turn into Mourners
No longer able to find anyone to hustle on the corner
And I finally Have found a sense of Self Worth
As I lay these Roses on Spoken Words Place of Birth
The Corner was Our Rock of Gibraltar, Our Stone Henge
Our Taj Mahal, Our Monument
Our Testimonial to Freedom, To Peace, And To Love
Down On the Corner...
This Is dedicated to the Last Poets
The Revolution Has Begun
Author notes
This POem uses and pays tribute to the Last Poets lines from poems include "the Corner", "My People", "when The Revolution Comes", and "Niggers are afraid of Revolution"
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You have a really strong start here and overall it's a good write. Amazed that it came from someone so young
I love the unity that it expresses, great inclusive language.
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i can almost hear this as a song. i think it would be pretty powerful that way very strong poem
thanks for entering and good luck
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Oh hm. I liked it, it
was powerful but the use
of the word nigger strikes
me as rude.
It was a good poem anyways,
and I wish you the best of luck.
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Powerful, powerful write you have here. Wonderful... Power just ooozes from every word you have penned... This is something... you are passionate about... something you really believe in... Something you stand up for...
~ Wonderful
(I do suggest that you don't capitalize random words... It looks funny
)
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beautiful and amazing, and very strong. I love it. Thanks for sharing something so beautiful.
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Hear, hear! Chicago gives applause, yah way to go, baby
This is very good, and flows, and has soul and deeper thought and just an all round splendid tribute to the sisters and brothers, to the mothers, fathers, uncles, aunts, grand parents and all the elders and saints who have done worked hard, prayed long, wished and sweated out long nights blood sweat & tears to soothe and overcome the fears of the night, the toils of the day, the wonders of this suffering land and blood drenched soil.
I thank ya, & wanna thank ya more from my heart, from my soul, a thanks of silver, a praise of gold. I would like to say keep going, stay strong, be blessed and live so they impressed.
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I like this, strong and proud. It would have been a great entry in my contest "Black History, Black Pride".
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i like it.
you have a lot of strong points in here.
i love the end
"The Revolution Has Begun"
nice x
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