A Black Poem for Amiri Baraka
poems that kill.” Assassin poems, Poems that shoot Guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys And take their weapons leaving them dead With tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff Poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite Politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh . . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to Whities ass.“
http://poetry.rapgenius.com/Amiri-baraka-dope-annotated lazy niggers chained theyselves and threw they own black asses in the bottom of the boats, [(well now that you mention it King Assblackuwasi helped throw yr ass in the bottom of the boat, yo mamma, wife, and you never seed em no more)] must a been the devil, gimme your money put your money on this plate, heaven be here soon, just got to die, just got to stop living, close yr eyes stop breathin and bammm-O heaven be here, you have all a what you need, Bam-O all a sudden, heaven be here, you have all you need, that assembly line you work on will dissolve in thin air owowoo! owowoo! Just gotta die just gotta die, this ol world ain’t nuthin, must be the devil got you thinkin so, it cain be rockefeller, it cain be mor- gan, it caint be capitalism it caint be national oppression owow! No Way! Now go back to work and cool it, go back to work and lay back, just a little while longer till you pass its all gonna be alright once you gone. gimme that last bitta silver you got stashed there sister, gimme that dust now broth- er man, itll be ok on the other side, yo soul be clean be washed pure white, yes. yes. yes. owow. now go back to work, go to sleep, yes, go to sleep, go back to work, yes owow. owow. uuuuuuuuuu, uuuuuuuuuuu, uuuuuuuuuuu. yes, uuuuuuu. yes. uuuuuuuuuu. a men.
Who will be Amiri again? Who is the Rage in the Street? Who will turn the Dictionary into a hornet’s nest? Whose mouth will be a Jazz Gatling Gun?
Like a volcano in your sleep, exploding in your life, in your brain, in yourself. Who will make the Final Call to the dead! Who will write poems with dynamite! Who will shout questions that shatter our porcelain sex! Who will explode our fear!
Whooooo and Who and Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo!