Author Archives: Sean King
Long Live the King
You can not assassinate a spirit
You can only kill a man
You can not assassinate a spirit
You can only kill a man
The untimely end to an era
Hope shattered
Hearts broken
People left to deal with dreams deferred
Slain visions of freedom
Stretched out and lying on piss infested street corners
Previously desecrated on
By America’s king of exploitation
Capitalism
I have a dream
POW!
The towering civil rights leader
With a voice hot like an inferno
Slain
The man who had become known as Dr. King
Humbled to his knees
Forced to face the only fate
Life has guaranteed for us,
Death
With him the hopes and dreams
Of millions looking to him as their prodigy
Of millions looking to him as their prophet
Of millions looking to him as their leader
Of millions looking to him as their savior
One man who would take the cross
And give his life for humanity
One man who would mount the burden
Of millions of fearful souls
And will them to freedom
Or so they hoped
Or so they believed and prayed
When his heart quit thumping
Hope was lost
Time stopped
People were forced
To deal with the reality of trying to get somewhere
Without someone holding their hand and
Leading the way
Many gave up
Many quit trying
Figuring oppression was the destiny of life
But for some
The fight got stronger
The intensity of their spirit increased from the addition
Dr. King the man, was no more
But his spirit was forever
Determined to continue the fight
Against oppression
Determined to continue the fight
Against injustice
Determined to continue the fight
Against inequality
Determined to continue the fight
For freedom
It was a cold gloomy day
On April 4th, 1968 when a man
Oozing righteousness from his every pour
Was assassinated
Killed by a government intoxicated by the
False perception of playing God
But they failed
And to think,
They would attempt to assassinate the spirit of a man
With a man made tool of destruction
A ludicrous presumption to say the least
Yet they keep trying
And with each death I grow
Soon to become a figure so enormous
So colossal
That I will be able to tuck in a cannonball position
And roll to freedom
Crushing all opposition in my path
When they say Dr. King is dead
I hesitate
Then I laugh
Because I know his spirit
Lives vicariously through my soul
And if you look close enough
You can see the gleam of his eyes
Tucked carefully behind mine
They still do not understand
The only thing that can kill Dr. King is we
If we give up the fight for right and run
Fortunately we’ve just begun
And maybe this time they will understand
You can not assassinate a spirit
You can only kill a man
You can not assassinate a spirit
You can only kill a man
Happy Black History Month
I couldn’t escape
your hook captured me
right off the coast
the boat ride was dramatic
the waters, turbulent
I lay exhausted
in a new environment
comforted only by the tranquility
of your shores
my life depended on your mercy
Strange sensations
as foreign fingers
caressed me
we stared
helplessly
our destiny
predetermined
The Fisherman and
the captured Fish
both with mouths to feed
you unhooked me
you stared into my eyes
we were almost out of time
my mouth gaped wide open
For a brief moment
you understood
I too, am God’s creation
you threw me back in the sea
feeling like you did the right thing
it was too late
I was already lost
Africa
Where are you?
This sense of being lost and not understanding our heritage and contributions to humanity is one of the reasons Carter G Woodson created Negro Achievement Week (which became Black History Month). It was his way of saying we are somebody.
Today Obama is the President, but there is still no shortage of news and media projecting a negative image of African (Black) people. Today, the behavior of our youth and many of our grown folk for that matter indicate we have once again lost our way and forgot that we are descendants of the original man and architects of human progress. This is why we must diligently highlight our accomplishments and remind all of our generations that we are royalty. This is why we can not accept being treated like animals or second class citizens. Of course to this end, we must act the part.
Much love, many blessings, and continued peace on this glorious morning. God Willing/Insha’Allah, may all your steps be forward toward progress and uplifting for humanity.
Get Up
Every time I fall down, I get up.
I get up for every nappy haired knock kneed boy who was called a nigger.
I get up for every little kid that came from a broken home.
I get up for every kid that was taught to get low at the sound of gunfire.
I get up for every student that’s had a teacher who didn’t believe in them.
I get up for every brother who’s been attacked, cuffed, pushed down on the street, and thrown in the back of a police car for not having a California license plate.
I get up for every human being who’s been told that they ain’t shit, will never be shit, and can’t do shit about it.
I get up for every person who’s been told they’re going to hell for not going to church.
I get up, for every person who’s ever had an unrealistic dream.
I get up, for everyone who’s ever been poor, oppressed, endured racism, and fought through sickness without health care.
I get up for everyone who’s too afraid to get up.
I get up every time I fall so that you know,
Lying on the ground is no place for a child of God, regardless of what man thinks about you.
I get up for you.
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