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I have witnessed every extraordinary experience he has
brought upon us, every string he has bent has changed the
way we now view music. The passion - the glory Jimi
Hendrix has brought into my eyes and the lives of future
musicians.
I have witnessed Malcolm-X's words. The roots of my
history and the foundation of the African-American man.
I have witnessed King's and Gandhi's teachings of nonviolent
protests and to love every one of our enemies because hate
can be conquered with love after all.
I have witnessed the beatings and killings of innocent people
only wanting their human rights, I have witnessed
evil at it's purest form - the look in their eyes - the atrocious
words that seep out of their mouths. The inhumane thoughts
that people so often have, I have witnessed a human with no
soul.
I have witnessed the execution of an innocent man suspected
of being a Viet Cong sympathizer. I have witnessed the first
Buddhist monk to set himself on fire to protest the policies
of the Ngo Dinh Diem. I have witnessed the limit of knowledge
and education in our school systems, the inaccurate, blind patriotism,
and outright lies of our history textbooks.
I have witnessed the horrors of the ghettos -- the fatal drive-by's
the bullets to the head, the chest, and the throat. I have witnessed
and experienced the needle in my companion's arm, the worries
and disappointments of life and the drug to make them all disperse
from my mind. // mothers at the corner with their 12 month old
babies begging for at least a dime. I have witnessed children
going on four days without any food or water -- I have witnessed
babies found in garbage bags because their mothers weren't
financially built to take care of them. I have heard the fetus crying
in it's mother's stomach when she decided to get an abortion. I have
heard a child screaming for her life wishing the bullet would not touch her.
Every child we kill -- Is one leader less.
I have witnessed censorship from "writers" and what to write
about and how to portray my feelings. I have witnessed "poets" at
their highest ranks, the tyranny they lay upon us - us being the most
educated intelligent human beings to walk this earth. Us
being the light of the future, we as poets speak about the unknown,
we as poets speak what no other man has the courage to speak about
but yet I am forbidden to speak my mind. Before I do ask to speak
my mind I shall first ask for my
h
u
m
a
n
rights.
The rights I have failed to witness and enjoy, the rights that probably will
never become.
But out of all the loathsome situations and actions I have seen,
I have witnessed love.
not lust but love, the type of love and romance that
is illegal and forbidden by the jealous.
This passion I plan on sharing with you all in the future.
The future of freedom in which I am shackled.
Cuffed by the only thing I cry. Tears.
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Comments
I have witnessed every extraordinary experience he has
brought upon us
= man. to me anyways, we are responsible for all of this..from each end of the spectrum between love and hate.
this is beautiful, very emotionally sad and heart wrenching.
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i love you carrie
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I love you.
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The bones are dry.
Your writing style is punchy, direct, blunt, and hard-hitting, which I admire immensely, mainly because you don't allow this to destroy your poetry. There is still a lot of beauty in this work, but it is an awful, brutal beauty. Your keen intelligence is on parade here, as is a white-hot wit I hadn't seen in your writing before.
There were moments reading this where I just went "Yes!" - this one being the single moment I found the most powerful:
"This passion I plan
on sharing with you all in the future -- but not at this moment. At
this moment I wish to enlighten you some more"
You adopt a kind of voice in this poem that hammer your words home - a superior voice of absolute power and cynical knowledgability.
I didn't enjoy reading this at all, but I felt its power, which is even more important than enjoyment.
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"I learn that time does not heal.
Everything gets worse with days."
- Jenny Holzer, 'Laments'
I enjoyed some parts of this poem, but some passages I found a little too puritanical for my likes. Yes, I know that babies are dying around the world. I know that if you put a kitten in a plastic bag and throw it in a river it'll drown. Of course I know. These things are obvious. It's like saying "Old people die, old people die" over and over. These lists read more like self-affirmations than genuine calamities.
You also seem to have a tremendously high opinion of your own moral system, which I can only commend you on. However, lines like "I have heard the fetus crying in it's mother's stomach when she decided to get an abortion. Every baby we kill -- Is one leader less" betray you. It's just a few light footsteps away from the, "For now you all shall burn in hell, `cept I, for I've repented" that goes hand in it's hand. You are more heavily influenced by the world you so carefully tear apart, it seems.
To further the point, you only list the most media-pathic of atrocities. And they're nothing to scoff at, certainly, but much more 'terrible' things happen, far more often than you'd imagine, in places you never knew existed. I feel like I've had somebody run up to me in the street and yell "Oh my god! Did you know that students were killed in Tiananmen Square?!"
I guess my biggest problem with the poem is, and I'm going back to an old point here, that you do ultimately impose your own will upon the reader. I don't find the tone authoritative or all-knowing, as other readers have. I find it mostly under-educated about the things it is saying. I find that it has a basic, but not quite complete grasp of the subject. But still it speaks, quite certain of itself.
Hell, I don't know everything either, but I'm not about to tell you what's right and what's wrong (the person who can confidently say they can define one from the other is full of themselves indeed!).
But, you know, overall, I admit it's certainly been thought provoking. Perhaps not entirely for the reasons you had intended, but thought provoking nevertheless. And, thus, whether I actually like the poem or not is somewhat besides the point. It's made me wander through quite the mental landscape, so I thank you for that, it's something I enjoy doing every now and again.
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