SOULA Poem by Angela TalbertMy take on a spoken word piece...inspired by Commons style influenced by clinging to art by the likes of Tupac and Saul Williams...the influence and passion that runs through the viens of individuals like these.Please Give a black man the mic
I need to hear him sing say there’s more to life than all that's been showing I need some soul some struggle some real I know you feel
we will never heal
till we love who we are the pain the scars make it worth the cost tell me what you’ve lost
share your soul with me and maybe we can be free Together we can whether any storm
I'll keep you strong you'll keep me warm I know what it’s like behind the eyes of a struggling kind the trials of an innocent time when choices were made
before we had a say and now the games they play make us think make us pray they turn their heads they can’t see hypnotized by lust and greed
we still sleep on the same concrete
still feel the beat of a souls song written by hands that have tolled through time
kept down by those, passing by unchanged
chained
to a notion
that ahead means
keep goin'
they keep walkin'
we keep talkin' hoping to reach em teach em how to feel again It’s hard I know
got somewhere to go on a merri go round laced
confusioun set paced
a poluted group think tank
can’t be consumed by truth can’t resurrect a youth who’s grown to big for his 5 hundred dollar shoes can’t teach a world to walk like Christ can’t teach em how high the price is for all these things we want when desire out shines the meaning and greed trumps God let’s take em back to the streets let’s make em eat the fruit of a culture looked down upon a wise civilization of people God shines down on. © 2008 Angela TalbertAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2008 Last Updated on July 21, 2008 Author
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