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Unprecedented Quotes

January 1, 2021African-American, Black Culture, Neo Jim Crow, poetry, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, black poets, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Inspirational, jail poetry, Kenny Jacobs II, Kool the Poet, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, New Jim Crow, New Jim Crow art poetry, poetry, Prison, prison art, prison poems, prison poetry, Prison Writers, Prisonsdarealprisonart

These are The Words of a Genius

UNPRECEDENTED QUOTES

created by way of desire to inspire hope
Now they know when at first they didn’t
Now it show and many are smitten legitimate skills learned through self-education self-made elevation earned as a chosen occupation
These are its revelations
equipped with remnants of the greats that passed away
Reminiscent of the beauty and brilliance that’ll never decay
Always its sway seems to resurrect even through extreme poverty and disrespect
It’s been tried and true
It’s rise is expedient
Producing good fruit
The words of a genius
Never before known but exceptional and sound
originated to epitomize perfection and cultivate a style
service with a smile used as a mechanism to cope
who knew it would give several people hope
These are the words of a genius UNPRECEDENTED QUOTES

AUDIO: Can’t Black Lives Matter Too???

June 24, 2020African American poetry, African-American, art, Black Culture, neo Jim Crow art, poetry, prison poems, Prisons, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, Black Lives Matter, black poets, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Incarcerated Writers, Inspirational, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, New Jim Crow art poetry, poetry, prison art, prison poems, prison poetry, Prison Writers, Prisons, Restorative Justice, spoken word, street poetrydarealprisonart

DAREALPRISONART · Can't Black Lives Matter Too???

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Keep On Living

January 30, 2020African-American, art, Black Culture, poetry, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, black poets, Eric W. Davis, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Inspirational, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, poetry, Prison, prison art, prison poems, prison poetry, Prison Writers, Prisons, Sami A. Mateendarealprisonart

When when you feel that life is a blank
It’s a sure time for you to give thanks
Search your subconscious it truly knows
It’s a true friend of all lonely Souls

Life is a struggle from the time it’s conceived
It’s all worth living if you only believe
The greatest gift available has been given to you
Be thankful and be true to life and see what it does for you

We’ve all got something coming some good and some bad
In our search for happiness we learn what it is to be sad
It’s the way of the world and Nature’s always fair
Never showing just one of anything but always revealing a pair

So take hold of your life it’s preciousness is divine
The things you can never get enough of are truly life and time
So be considerate of life and consciousness of time
For in their true Essence their neither yours nor mine

By Eric W. Davis aka Sami A. Mateen

Black Rose

December 14, 2019African-American, art, Black Culture, Performing Arts, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, Black Liberation, black poets, Darryl Burnside, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Inspirational, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, new Jim Crow art, poetry, Prison, prison poetry, Prisonsdarealprisonart

Unique and unexpected this black rose.
Its Essence is of a rock, the strength is within…
With the stiff fluffy it does not wither.
My black is beautiful, my black is tough.
Imagine it rising from the concrete?
Think of its scent?
Here, take a whiff,
the eloquent fragrance, it’s Heaven Sent!!!!
The possibilities are endless,
just visualize its song?
The month of February Marks Its Beginning.
You see, in the mind’s eye its resilience is encouraged by the spirit of Mother Nature…
Envision this complicated living, Thug the label I was giving but I didn’t want this.
Runaway slave because I refuse to be crammed in on a slave ship.
Abandoned and rejected like Jesus Christ,
not protected as an adolescent,
not loved by Society, but Still the Lord bless me,
because every time folks strut pass me:
they gawk in amazement because I’m #Mixedish…
Hope you realize you blessed?
The trials and tribulations of a ghetto kid.,
who once didn’t love his Black skin.
Still standing strong through many storms, fingerprint of God.
Nurtured by those with loving hands facilitating its growth–
re storing Justice and healing it’s wounded pedals.
Gorgeous black rose with the life blood of a million Souls Rising through its roots straight from the concrete.

By Darryl Burnside

A Healing Place

March 10, 2019African American poetry, African-American, art, Black Culture, neo Jim Crow art, poetry, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, Black Lives Matter, black poets, Darryl Burnside, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Incarcerated Writers, Inspirational, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, new Jim Crow art, New Jim Crow art poetry, poetry, Prison, prison art, prison poems, Restorative Justice, street poetrydarealprisonart

A single Hawk Glides across the sky, a sign of Hope. Alone, i stand marveling at this beautiful place. A place of healing wounds that cannot be seen. War a distant memory. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. Here he provides me all that I need. A quiet place. He allows me to lie down in Green Pastures, a water bearer to lead me to rest beside These Quiet Waters. A pleasant place to restore my soul. Yes, I’m considered blessed no longer stressed, even though I didn’t travel through muddy waters a search of a mother’s love. Condemned, because of my father’s past transgression. Through it all I fear no evil; for you are with me. When I bowed down on one knee, trembling in defeat, it was you who Lifted me and led me to this Pleasant place of grace and mercy. Surely healing and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life.

Inspired by Psalms 23

By Darryl Tyrone Burnside.

Goodness In Virtue Everyday (Give)

December 17, 2018African American poetry, African-American, art, Black Culture, neo Jim Crow art, poetry, Prisons, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art, black art poem, Black Culture, black poets, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, Inspirational, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, poetry, prison art, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

When you were born God gave you the gift of life. Then you were given nourishment and clothes in able to grow. You were given the opportunity to live life as you see fit. Given the strength to make it through ups and downs. Given the chance to make mistakes and the fortune to make it out. You were given breath, a past, a present, and an idea of hope for a future. You were given choices whether good or bad. You were given a chance to laugh, to cry, to play, to learn, to have experiences. All of these things you were given for nothing more than the love of God. You did not earn it. You did not ask for it but it was given. Life is to give and to give is life. You can’t not give without love and you cannot love without giving. What you give shall be returned. You will be given things you do not deserve. Everything you got in life will be given to someone else when you die. You cannot receive without being given.

The question becomes: Do I give to get or do I get when I give?

Jesus gave his life for the sins of men.

Muhammad gave his vision which produced the Koran.

Buddha gave us a way to be enlightened.

War gave us hope for peace.

Give of your SELF and your SELF will be given!

by Dar`cy Bolton

Mprisondpoetz

Poetry From Thoz Mprisond