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IN ANY EVENT

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IN ANY EVENT
Manifesting a dream by sticking to the script on the team of the righteous what can be better than this
Probably guided although there’s a tendency to drift
The race is not to the Swift
Not to the gifted
But to all who patiently preserve will be uplifted

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it’s not the goal but the process to which we endure
it’s not the gold but the struggle to become pure
sure to win with the love of God
rising above sin to beat the odds
what we’ll receive in return is blessings of the spirit
The ability to discern written down in lyrics
To serve as a legacy never-to-be-forgotten
A theme that can never be switched

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we’ll make it make sense
IN ANY EVENT
By sticking to the script
IN ANY EVENT

Unprecedented Quotes

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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

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.

American Negro: A Migrant’s Story

Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
From my West African Motherland
to an island in the Caribbeanne
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
To a plantation in a Southern State
to Emancipation from which I could not escape
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
Back to enslavement
because the 13th Amendment says they can
because of convict leasing
just ask any historianne
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
Went home to the Maker
from being hung from a tree
cause the Ku Klux Klan
thought that’s how it ought to be
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
Jim Crow
a great friend of the Klan
so I left the South
to become a Chicagoanne
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
Congress cut off funding
for Wars in foreign lands
created a drug called Crack
from the Columbian Hinterlands
Started a Drug War
aimed at the Black community
and locked us all up
with impunity
Listen to the drum beat
drum beat
Listen to my heart weep
heart weep
Now I’m a part of this new diaspora
from Miami, L.A., Brooklyn to Peoria
21st Century Jim Crow.
Now a penitentiary cell is my new home
Back to bread and water being a full-course meal
just like an 1841 so what’s the big deal
THIS IS THE AMERICAN NEGROS’ MIGRANT STORY
went from a plantation Hell
to a Warden’s prison cell
Now we’re just lonely and alone
and the songs we once heard
we don’t hear no moe
“Brotha over there
in the next cell,
‘Are you still listening for the drum beat
the drum beat?’
I don’t”
Oh Lord, just put my heart to sleep
heart to sleep
American Negro: A Migrant’s Story

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Artwork by C-Note

If

December 22, 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, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art, neo Jim Crow art poems, neo Jim Crow poetry, New Jim Crow art poetry, poetry, poetry slam, prison art, prison poems, prison poetry, Prisons, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

If
yesterday was today
and today, tomorrow
where ever you’d be
I would follow

by C-Note

Da Woman

December 22, 2018African 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 poets, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, jail poetry, Mprisond Poetz, neo Jim Crow art, New Jim Crow art poetry, poetry, prison poems, prison poetry, Prisons, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

I seen the sunrise the other day
and it was incredible
But not incredible as you
when I first laid my eyes on you
Then my soul had a quivah
my core a tighting
my eyes a blinking (cause I had to look twice)
What was before my eyes to see
was quite, quite the woman

by C-Note

Angelic Tempest

December 22, 2018African 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 poets, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, 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, Prisons, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

Angelic Tempest

I feel from grace
at least from Man’s
Not from His grace
I guess the plan
The prism
from prison

Is birds don’t fly
Not jailbirds
there’s no wind
beneath their wings
But infused with spirit
when someone saw my worth
To be more
than a dirt of Earth

You were the wind
beneath my wings
Now my imagination soars
with greater possibilities
That my life could give meaning
to the world

by C-Note

Out of Time and Out of Words

December 22, 2018African 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 poets, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, 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, Prisons, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

Winter’s cold
or evening night
fireplace warmth
candlelight
Bearskin rug
the meeting place
out of time
and out of words

by C-Note

I Reached

December 17, 2018African American poetry, African-American, art, Black Culture, neo Jim Crow art, poetry, Prisons, UncategorizedAfrican American poetry, American poets, black art poem, Black Culture, black poets, Donald "C-Note" Hooker, imprisoned African American poetry, imprisoned African American poets, 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, Prisons, Restorative Justicedarealprisonart

I reached for a pen
and there was no ink
I reached for a pencil
and there was no lead
I reached for a heart
and there was no blood
I reached for you
and there was love.

by C-Note

Mprisondpoetz

Poetry From Thoz Mprisond

Tag Archives: New Jim Crow art poetry

IN ANY EVENT

Unprecedented Quotes

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

A Healing Place

American Negro: A Migrant’s Story

If

Da Woman

Angelic Tempest

Out of Time and Out of Words

I Reached