So, I pulled up in front of her village
on my elephant, in time to watch her
slide across the earth like a leopard
clad in black hide.
She held her head high with a royal
crown of blue sky with that sista ass
sitting up high above sable velvet
She rocked a miniature afro, all sheened
with barriers or something; almond shaped
eyes covered in chocolate skin and the brown
of her eyes teased of the chocolate within.
But I played it cool and confident like
the Muslim in my calm, but inside I was
the Tasmanian devil caught in a storm,
blind sighted like a rhino’s horn…
I couldn’t let the situation get the
better of me, I mean I’m graceful like
the lion’s morning ritual, see? So, I glided off
of my elephant like the eagle of the air, bra!
Only to have her slide right past me like I
wasn’t even there bra, to fall into the
arms of a Negus on a zebra. It was
© Kesau’c N. Hill
Excerpt from his book Serengeti Noise
About 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.
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