LaToyur Tisdale's Page

Opening the minds of those eagerly listening
in open mics and empty stages far and wide

pacing through ruble of Jericho’s walls
stepping over boxes created by narrow minded peers

spoken words in closed mouths
solicits a trumpet's blast that freed those escaping mental Egypt

Red C’s and Blue diamonds are created
boxes being checked by stereotypical sky caps
Confined to the earth with an entourage stroking
the egos of intangible beings

looking behind closed lids
following the path of the world’s view

yet with a forked tongue and a swagger
releasing the d@mned destiny of Ni**as

Ni**as traveling beaten paths with beaten backs
for ni**as to place a 12 inch blade in back of distant cousins
whose dialect is strangely different
yet some how tell the same story

the dialect loses its value because
they have been waxed with 16 bars
locking the cell doors of opinions

a birds eye view of powered tardust
resting upon your cheek
leaving a film of ancestral evidence

the finger print of time marking it’s place of remembrance
yet the seeds of Abraham have forgotten their tribal language

waving the white flag from paisley colored hummers

lost in the wilderness of America’s ghettos

surrendering who they are
for imitations of carbon copied Us
that have lost their eyes

once visionaries
now one dimensional activists
myspacing marches but
stuck in the winter of their minds

unable to fully bloom and reclaim their communities

No longer communicating with nouns and verbs
but punctuating with exclamations
of disrespect of families, elders, children and each other

warriors standing by watching
the beast devour their women and children
an enemy to their own village
traitor to their tribe

sold your brother for 30 pieces of silver
mp3s download your voice as it is drowned out by
synthesizers and drum beats of another land

40 years is too long to wander
your knees are raw from
kneeling in submission to Viacom and it’s affiliates

unscramble the historical illusion and present
a clear image of reality

discarding the fantasy of Dr. Seuss and Mother Goose
it’s fictitious characters, who have been on the on the frontline
of this 400 year battle

standing out of position have caused
the rocks to cry freedom on our behalf

closed mouths only incite
the scribes of this world
which have been remixed to erase our history

we didn’t began in 1492 or with hip hop
but before the earth was formed

in the beginning was the word
and the words were then spoken
exposing all that lies in darkness
uncovering wasted minutes of times

agendas and motives hidden under rugs
gifted yet woven with fibers of disease and statistics

we have mishandled, misjudged, and misused our powers
until now we are sitting
thinking we are powerless
powerless words, actions and beings

handed corruption on a blinged out platter
now we can no longer feed or be fed

spiritually hungry for the unknown
an unknown that we produced
and perfected
solutions to unsolved mysteries laying dormant in the back of our minds
waiting to come forth and exit our lips
Bring life in to lives
and death to deception
letting all that walk in truth take their rightful place in the realm

And that is when the nightmare of the past becomes dreams of the future.