Bryan Wilhite: MX
MX
©2007 Bryan Wilhite
MX was M Little was the thief, the pimp did the drug peddle
his hustle got him prison but prison set him free: in the Massachusetts colony, Norfolk Library
it was reading that readied the brother to steady bother the culture that put his people under- class
is now in session he went to the Honorable Elijah Religion
and then to give a voice to human rights violations— stepping out from prison into prison's prison: the good ol’ 19–18–17—1619: the year 20 got Virginia beams of sunlight white?—no—but a palish purple sick from the voyage months in huddle only to face a world where the people think that some people can not be people but some damned son of Ham created by man in God’s bible they gotta see that by any means necessary every person should be free to deal with humanity as family or is it “nigger” from beginning to end?
or do we break with hate before any amends?
so here’s a theology that hates the ideology of classic white society —the Mothership Mythrology
ask a brother “coffee with a cracker?” brother answer: “I rather eat a bisquit” “…without no gravy on it”
no sugar on the top—no pretty please —no liberal apologies—steppin’ off the knees to freedom march to the U.N. put the niggardly niggling on trail this nation of power to the few and you that mew to the pew here’s what you do: learn language as Malcolm X speaks think for yourself and say what you think and listen to what you said it was the ballot or the bullet and we have taken the bullet and we kill each other trying to make a name for ourselves “jealous” “fatherless” “murderer” the lyrical gangster wanna be African dictator Caudillo we need loving families to make new nations and right about now “ain’t nothing but a party ya’ll” a splendid massacre