Featured Writer: Kesau’c N. Hill



I see fire.

Burning like what burns within me,

Burning like bodies burn for Envy to

breath, apathy to be and complacency

to breed.

With all rights and freedoms being

taken from me, I’ve taken all that I’ve taken for what’s been taken from me.

I’m a reflection of that direction of thinking, you see?


I See Fire.

In the selection of this Presidency.

Like I’m blinded to see that this guy be the epitome of society’s disregard of moral integrity.

A reprobate and example of mental instability, like Social Insanity is using poverty to censor me.

But this forces me to morph this Me into the best ME as I can possibly Be.

I mean, the shit’s crazy and the sky

looks hazy.


I See Fire.

Burning in me the way the Native American Be, a yearning in me

to set straight what’s been broken;

I see Strait, I broke it so it’s my responsibility to mend it back to

how it should be.

I’ll use my mistakes to fill in the Gap

and bring it back to how it should be

as sure as the Drum Speaks.


I See Fire.

Like plantations built whilst True

Natives killed by hanging from trees,

Black Label, shot and killed in the streets

by police while the White House tweets

about the goodness on the side of white supremacy.

But somehow we missed the premise,

See? Too preoccupied by what’s on the television screens; LIES like the teller

Didn’t see the telling with his own eyes.


I See Fire.

Like the sunset that burns the West,

I burn to press inward to pull forward MOOR worth than what’s given.

I Speak Vibrations because the deaf don’t Listen.

Man, Listen? It’s not fitting.


I See Fire.

Burning like the Womb of the Ummah,

Warriors gathered in the streets like Jumu’ah, from the Seminole to Yuma,

We have The Elders building the youth Up while our Mothers dance to Wake you Up the way that Faith lifts you Up this

Fire will get You UP!


I See Fire.

The days of systemic oppression are numbered, believe me I’ve counted, my crown I’ve found it, be it Feathers or Fez I’m Grounded.


I see fire.

Burning all that’s around it until I’m surrounded by the warmth of the fires Truth. Because what the devil Fear is Truth and that Fear is True, that’s why they try so hard to keep the truth away from you.

They make you have to excavate through the bullshit for you to get to the real you,

While using media bullshit to reel you into a zombie sleep; apathetic who you might be.


I See Fire.

In the eyes of the Liar who would smite me to silence me for my seeing the fire

in you; burning within you Like GOD’S TRUTH, all the way down to where the double helix be.

The way the Phoenix be. I see…


© Kesau’c N. Hill

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

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