New Poetry from Lamont Lilly | With thanks to NewBlackMan (in Exile)
Sunday, March 26, 2017.
old black wall street
we don’t own
the convenience stores
in the ghetto.
we don’t own
the smoke shops
nail salons
and beauty supply spots.
we own the churches
the good word
and dreams deferred.
we own the pain
poverty and crime
against each other.
we own the
nickels and dimes
that allow others
to own us.
we don’t own
a goddamn thing
here anymore.
black wall street
has now become brooklyn
harlem, u street.
merely a shell
of their old selves.
gone.
merely a shell
of their old selves.
gone.
coup d’état
there can be no peace
until every child
has a hot meal
there can be no treaties
until we sit down
and negotiate the revolution.
not one hostage
shall be released
until you hang those
policemen.
until those judges
mayors and corrupt officials
are all buried
alive.
panther men
they weren’t scared
of no police dogs.
they didn’t bow to no pigs
and wooden batons.
no fear of fire hoses
silver bullets and steel cuffs
they were different.
those negroes looked like men.
like BLACK MEN
who knew exactly
where they came from.
like BLACK MEN
who knew exactly
where they came from
and didn’t take no shit.
from nobody.
from nobody.
Copyright © 2016 by Lamont Lilly. All rights reserved.
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Lamont Lilly was the 2016 Workers World Party Vice-Presidential Candidate. In 2015 he was an Indy Week “Citizen Award” winner for his activism and journalism. The presented selections are from his forthcoming debut Honor in the Ghetto. Plain but poignant, his poetry directly derives from the marginalized, from the streets of mass struggle, from the Black experience and U.S. South.