Poems from Diisin's upcoming poetry book entitled, "Oxshegen".

Q & A: Class Interruption

teacher asks me to read

what I wrote

on this here note

she saw my history book closed

and ink from my pen

dripp'n

as she taught

I thought: No mo'

jim crow

no mo' lynching

no mo' Martin Luther King shot

enough slaves, slaves, slaves!

why no whisper 

of Malcolm

or Huey?

guess it's 'cause

she can't digest the thought 

of me making waves

rather see me

marching 

on graves

rather see me

stomping in circles

'til I get dizzy and sit

rather hear me

quoting scriptures that preach

to turn the cheek when I get hit

rather witness my mind

weakened by time

'til my WILL submits ( to her lessons)

she

who is 

secretly

scared

of this black boy

and his pen

scared 

of me 

not listening

frightened stiff

that i won't memorize

the contorted truth

to have it take over my mind

to inherently blind 

my future youth

so I wrote:

MLK sleeps on a cloud

but King is not dead

and there are a thousand 

Malcolms

seized by the feds

and white men

built asylums

to silence their heads

and planted grenades

in their lovers' wombs

to make their seeds go KABOOM!

millions may be missing

a few senses 

from the blast

but they'll be 

resurrected

at last

then sons and daughters of kings

who've been brainwashed to cuss

and hold fuss to trivial things

taught to speak jive 

than preach

and think coon and leech

taught to be dead beats

and leave their offsprings

in the streets

will know who they are

and no longer sell death

to their people in needles and sacks

or bow to brands

and perform 

minstrel acts

and they will die, die, die in shame

before naming themselves Nigga 

to desensitize their pain

for they will know 

they are Kings

with no better title to claim

this I told to teacher 

and she laughed

folding my note into paragraphs

she said: pity all you've written is in vain

then slides my note in a book

and dares a nigger to look