MX
©2007 Bryan Wilhite
MX
was
M Little
was the thief, the pimp
did the drug peddle
his hustle got him prison but prison set him free:
in the Massachusetts colony, Norfolk Library
it was reading that readied the brother to steady bother the culture
that put his people under-
class
is now in session
he went to the Honorable Elijah Religion
and then to give a voice to human rights violations—
stepping out from prison into prison's prison:
the good ol’ 19–18–17—1619:
the year 20 got Virginia beams of sunlight
white?—no—but a palish purple
sick from the voyage
months in huddle
only to face a world where the people think that some people can not be people
but some damned son of Ham created by man in God’s bible
they gotta see that by any means necessary every person should be free to deal with humanity as family
or is it “nigger” from beginning to end?
or do we break with hate before any amends?
so here’s a theology that hates the ideology of classic white society
—the Mothership Mythrology
ask a brother “coffee with a cracker?”
brother answer: “I rather eat a bisquit”
“…without no gravy on it”
no sugar on the top—no pretty please
—no liberal apologies—steppin’ off the knees
to freedom march to the U.N.
put the niggardly niggling on trail this nation
of power to the few and you that mew to the pew
here’s what you do:
learn language
as Malcolm X speaks
think for yourself
and say what you think
and listen to what you said
it was the ballot or the bullet
and we have taken the bullet
and we kill each other
trying to make a name for ourselves
“jealous”
“fatherless”
“murderer”
the lyrical gangster wanna be
African dictator
Caudillo
we need loving families
to make new nations
and right about now
“ain’t nothing but a party ya’ll”
a splendid massacre
[click to view introduction]