Manifesto to a Movement

Little poetic child slumber

What been woken

By midnights in summer?

Curling gray around somber faces

Remembering free, far-off places

Where always a fire meant one heart

Where now we all rub sticks for whatever to start

I’ve looked once around,

And lately I’ve found,

All these options are in my head

Unless you’re feeding it life

Whatever will end up dead

And I’m not talking about who in who’s bed

Cuz I could be

But it’s about who in whos heart, as it should be

Because it’s each other and ourselves that we can free

Because it’s a question to an answer we left empty

What I’m sayin is

The world is lost on me

I freed it all with poetry

But I’m not lost on the world, you see

Pure vision and action is the belief you can be

So now please,

Put your thumbs together

And write something

Make it free

Read it to me

Make my cum think!

We all need rhythms

That jar us from our numb sink

Into twice laid plans

That don’t work,

Yet we repeat

Here’s a dream of community

Poetry in our veins as immunity

So what fires we will start, we are soon to see

In a movement we can embody, but not assume to be

Open hands can hold, without robbery

Closed minds only leading to snobbery

And these aren’t rules,

But assertions if you’re gonna be free,

Ditch the lie and catch a ride into honesty

Cuz I need it blunt if you’re talking to me

No time to hide in the words you speak

It won’t all feel good indefinitely

It gives way, life and pain,

Inseparably.

And here’s the key

Moving on, with integrity

Rising and spreading

Like bedding down the friends you need

I’m so in love

And so heated

Bear in mind this needs repeated

But I won’t wait cuz it’s ripe

As these minds are meetin

Trying to mouth all these pregnant words they feedin’

Your welcome to cum,

let’s give birth this season

To a movement in our minds

And some playful teasin’

With the way we rhyme

And our minds of reason

I lack design

& my breath ain’t ceasin’

Brother, I need some time

With you

Sister, I need to find

With you

Lover, it’s all in kind

With you

Father & Mother, here’s what I find to do

Drop pre-tense

And find a life that’s true

I’m only as good as the love I use

The only thing I’m missing,

is You.

-Kendra Obom, OG Sandflea

August 2007