A Man, A King – Author Kesau’c N. Hill

 

I always wondered what Adam and Eve’s

first conversation was like.

Perhaps I might gain insight

into what I need to

get this thing right.

 

I mean, was he surprised when first he

opened his eyes to realize this beautiful

black woman was by his side?

 

Providing him peace the way that angels

do, like she taught the angels too; just

watching him sleep, you know how women

do? Let you rest while guarding the worst

parts of you.

 

Was it difficult for Adam to admit this to

be true or did he, for pride sake, hold it

all in the way men today do?

 

Did they run through the garden like

little-colored children in Pacoima or

Harlem? With not a care in the world,

with GOD, nothing could harm them.

 

In the place of pick tails, did Eve wear

those corn rolls or that stylish wild afro?

You know how sistas roll bro!?

 

I ask myself to bring it all back,

you know?

 

Did Adam teach Eve about the struggle

To have her reply on another level?

Did she warn him that his homeboy

was the devil?

 

Did Adam know that there’s some

fruit you gotta let go to get grown?

Did Eve commit to being his backbone

if so, did it last long?

 

Even when he became a beast in the

streets to keep the gas on?

Did GOD hold him more responsible

for the Moorish home?

 

I know I’m grown but did the angels

whisper in Adams’ heart to get his

grown ass home?

When he crashed through the door

was she there as before?

 

Smiling with them full lips and standing

with them sista hips outlining that sundress

she had on? Tell me I’m wrong?

 

Wasn’t heaven found right there at home?

 

It’s tribalism, village community, the sun,

moon and stars are the babies that make

the you in me; the type of realization that

brings a man to his knees.

 

Prioritize what he needs and make him

see the worth in things. This is the type

of realization that makes a man a king,

and it’s a woman’s awareness of her

value that make her queen…

 

I wonder what Adam and Eves first

conversation was like…

Can you feel what I mean?

 

© Kesau’c N. Hill

Serengeti Noise

Excerpt from his book Serengeti Noise



16797883_740202076158170_3350406013219101455_oAbout the Author

Kesau’c N. Hill is an ex-gang member who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of murder and sentenced to serve 15-years to Life in the California Department of Corrections. Fighting became a lifestyle that would accompany the gang world deathstyle. However, he would soon be mentored by an English teacher named John Murphy who saw past his tough guy exterior into something explosively creative.

He introduced him to the art of poetry and the power of the spoken word. He’d use that power to his advantage when his life serving Life became too difficult to bear. By defiantly writing poetry all over his prison cell walls “meaning” and “Passion” was discovered, hope and a sound vision was realized. Quite literally, poetry saved his life.

Visit Kesau’c’s Author Page At www.ctupublishinggroup.com/kesau-c-n.-hill.html



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1 reply

  1. A very cerebral piece. One of my favorites…

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