BACK IN THE DAY

 

erykah | gwendolyn | kendrick | w.e | michio | socrates
 

Back in the day

when things were cool

and word of the way 

was letting love rule

and our school of thought

was taught 

in small batches 

and subtle doses
 

I only know

what I know 

...and although 

we come,

we also go,

and what I know

is what I share

 

And what I’ll say

is things were cool: 

 

We real cool...

 

back back back in the day...
 

What set us free

was when we could be just you and me 

taking to the time to see

 

eye to eye 

heart to heart 

and spirit to soul

 

looking back 

to track

the crack 

in time.

 

Fracturing... 

   the rhythm

       in the rhyme

     

     that [ syncs | sinks ]


 

space 


 

and sublime...

 

I’m just me, and all I got is my word.

Whether or not it’s heard 

is to be discovered

Back in the day

when things were cool

and word of the way 

was letting love rule

and our school of thought

was taught 

in small batches 

and subtle doses

 

I only know what I know.

Although we come, we also go

and what I know

is what I share

And what I’ll say

is things were cool: 

We real cool...

back 

back, back in the day...

Before the lights come on

every last neuron 

was wired fast hereon

our paragon

so our magnetic

geodetic

Afro aesthetic, 

Unapologetic, 

Nature 

could nurture 

the future. 

There’s few who 

take note, too…

What I wrote, you

don’t have to 

laugh it off

with a cough 

or scoff

this philosophy.

Ain’t got a cost, it’s free!

Made for you and me... 

eventually You’ll see,

maybe... 

 

Back in the day

when things were cool

and word of the way 

was letting love rule

and our school of thought

was taught in small batches 

and subtle doses
 

I only know

what I know

 

...and although 

we come,

we also go...

and what I know

is what I share.

And what I’ll say

is things were cool: 

 

We real cool...

 

back 

back 

back in the day…

 

                                       three 

                                                    sixty 

                 

            hum                                           turn 

 

                     bee                               around

 

                                      bumble 

and I’ve found 

some-thing  

in the crumbling

 

   t

    u

      m

     bli 

       n

      g…

 

Mumbo-Jumble

stumbling 

I

learned

to fly,

my

only

job 

to stay 

humble

change’ll come 

Kingdom come 

Queens’ll come 

rearrange income

out with the new

and in the old 

led by the few

who choose to hold 

the hands of those 

that stand 

on the those who came

long before 

and dug their toes

in the distant shore

what’s in store 

is taking back

taken land 

take your stack 

and a crack a book

   take a look

 

see
 

who’s

sleepin 

on the rook...

white moves 

first,

Black moves 

second,

but the guess,

“Who’s house”

is reckoning 

beckoning 

the paradigm shifts

....who’s house is this? 

 

Back in the day

when things were cool

and word of the way 

was letting love rule

and our school of thought

was taught 

in small batches 

and subtle doses

 

I only know

what I know,

and I’m...here.

 

...although 

we come,

we also go,

and what I know

is what I share


 

And what I’ll say

is things were cool: 

 

We real cool...

 

back 

back, 

           back in the day...

I’ve been here before.

 

I opened my eyes 

and carried my thighs...

to the shore. 

 

I stood tall 

and dipped

my body in 

falling within my bones. 

 

My toes tingled 

and, my neck stretched, 

as kisses mingled my skin,  

skimming the tip

of my lip 

and imprinting 

the brim

of my hip 

delicately 

as I slipped 

further 

into myself.

 

I remember now.

 

I’ve been here before.  

 

The doorway was hidden 

and the lazy forbidden fruit 

was spoiled.

 

As I gathered soil

from the Earth 

I was reminded 

my worth is kind, 

dead 

or alive.

 

I’ll survive if the head 

of the beetle that sings

brings a new melody 

to the dew dropping 

sweetly each spring.

 

As the morning rings,

I remember

I’ve been here before. 

The water was fine 

and what was familiar

was mine.

Peculiar

that familial

loss

tosses 

enough 

into the mix 

to toughen 

the fix

betwixt

our noses.

If I go first 

maybe you will follow.

I was once afraid to[o]... 

but…

I remember now.

 

I’ve been here before.

To My Sister | ah | a | uh | sibling

I owe you an apology.

It’s not that I... 

didn’t know that we... 

Well...

I…

 

I owe you an apology.

the parts of me 

that I wanted to see... 

that I wanted to show…

 

...You know…

 

I owe you an apology.

The pathology

of one's own biology 

is substantially

and categorically 

reflected

in Our ability 

to methodologically 

navigate 

interpersonal 

sociology...

 

so….

 

owe 

You 

 

an apology.

 

It’s You and Me

and together We...


 

...Yea.

 

Exactly.  

©2021 KATIE MADISON

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