I Met Her by Kesau’c N. Hill

 

I met her in Liemert park somewhere

between the sunset and an african drum fest.

The sky was our ceiling, spoken word

our home and spirituality was the

futon we found comfort on; it was the

heartbeat of the people, I guess. Everything

was top shelf, no stress.

 

Then there she was, standing on Crenshaw

In a sundress, like peace and calm after

civil unrest, separated from the rest, a lost

angel, I guess.

How can I approach her considering the

warrior spirit in me? I didn’t want to earn her

reproach for disrupting her peaceful

spirit, you see?

 

And it didn’t take much to see that she’d been

doing heavenly, angelically, without the likes of me.

But it seemed like she had this light that shined

just for me so I couldn’t help but wonder if

she was just for me.

She wore her hair like GOD fashioned

for her a crown that spiraled like the

universe but rooting her to the ground;

her skin tone caressed by the sun,

her eyes a lighter shade of brown with a

look in them like she could fall back without

ever losing ground.

 

Yo! Listen to what I say, when I say

It was ‘ASE’ when I saw her and I would

love to meet the man that called her

 

 

daughter;

I know it sounds thirsty but trust me,

she’s water like some spiritual umbilical,

man, HER presence was gravitational

like earth to water, I was caught up.

 

© Kesau’c N. Hill

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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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