Angela Khristin Brown

Poetry

URBAN POETRY MOVEMENT

By, Angela Khristin Brown

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Urban Poetry Movement

You like some other people questioned and doubted i had ever been a victim of racism in order to
write civil rights poems. I may have never been a victim. I hear voices all the time in my head. It
has become my conscience. I write about social conditions that effect society today. I can
express myself this way.

You mentioned details about your family history. My family was one of the first colonies in
Mississippi to train their slaves. Papa Tommy worked for the civil service and he developed an
invention where to land planes on ships that saved the us in war world II. My great grandfather
was a founder of Vicksburg Mississippi. My great grandfather was the chief of police in warren
county Mississippi while my great grandmother was the only doctor for warren county Mississippi.
My great grand aunt founded the girl scouts in Mississippi. My uncle David was one of the men
bailing hay when the young man was shot in Jackson state university. Uncle David was one of
the men near the senior citizens home and rail tracks when that incident happened. My parents
protested for civil rights while in college. Papa Tommy met edger Evans and martin Luther king
jar. Dad went to a segregated university. I was said to be a leader in the community like my dad.

My parents graduated from high school valicvictorian and college summa cum laude. My mom
graduated valicvictorian from junior high school. My mom was a poker dealer.

Some people say i am the first to write like this in my generation.

I think these facts are accurate to the best of my knowledge. You will be sent a graduation
invitation in the mail.

Something else you should know. My mom father and grandmother and mom were born in sweat
man Mississippi. A town has now been built over sweat man. Sweat man Mississippi was an
Indian reservation. My mom is a descendent of chaw taw Indian. It is where my great
grandmother and grandfather grew up on the reservation.

Independent Inauguration Poem. 2009. Obama

A man defines his territory through reason

A man justifies his foundation through inquiry
A man relates truth though definition
A man defies war through opposition
A man describes reason through fate
And a man is at peace through meditation

My Favorite Poem, By Angela Khristin Brown

The world is a quilt and each patch is a nation

Bound by a thread since the days of creation

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Adorned with great color and radiant splendor
Though divided by race and religion and gender
In some eyes, it is handsome, in others contorted
The patches are different, unmatched and unsorted
Incongruous in pattern, in shape and in color
Not one is much similar to any other
So some try to imagine one great design
But in truth our uniqueness is really just fine
Nations and patches of all kinds and all sorts
Customs, religions, languages, sports
This is okay if each patch has its space
And on the quilt of the world, each nation has its place
But the stitches that bind us are easily shed
By the wars that are fought and the words that are said
We must realize the appearance of no patch is inferior
And the ways of no nation can make it superior
Divided by oceans, united by a dream
The world is a quilt and our love is its seam

Moral Obligation, by Angela K Brown

I am an apprentice by faith,

And God is the master of wisdom.

Our covenant is the fellowship of passage,

Redeemed by his holy spirit.

I am a journey man by fate,

And God is the temperament.

Our convocation is through prayer;

Humbled by His image.

I Believe, By Angela Khristin Brown

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Sometimes the greatest struggle

Is to find peace of mind

Sometimes the mind goes astray

Only to find its way back to God

Teach me to crawl before I walk

Every step to heaven

So that I’m born a revived Christian

Rising higher and higher to God’s glory

I first knew God when troubled

Then again when found

Now I believe what glorious sight

I accept Jesus Now

I believe

Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord

He delivered me from evil to praise His holy word

Oh I believe in the mercy of the Lord

I believe that I am saved

I believe that I am saved

I believe in the healing powers form sin

I am humbled by the Lord

I am stronger by His ways

Oh I believe, Yes, I believe

Oh I believe, Yes, I believe

God I am thankful for the gift of life

You alone have blessed me

I thank you for giving me spiritual growth

To grow by the ability to love

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Oh, yes, I believe

Michael Jackson, By Angela K Brown

We all gather together with one principle in mind

God blesses those amongst us and of any kind

We celebrate our loss with a notion his soul is saved

Generously giving, he paved the way

He is in a better place now, he is amongst the best

Forever in our memories, let him rest

Haiti, By Angela Brown

God is our creator

His gift to us is love.

As a community of hope,
We can replenish all that is lost.

Mother Nature is always blind to purpose

There is a reason outside fault.

We must unite to rebuild a nation

With an obligation to restore life.

Stood Up

The Beginning

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A sigh of reprisal was an ambivalent cry
my aching heart dispels anger of being told no
Over and over again – the denial

The Middle
Longing for your acknowledgement
to be accepted into your realm of social life
I wait for your arrival to return my soul you took

The End

With every word lost in speech

I yearn to express the pain my heart feels
to not be loved by you

The Cult

Locked up
Ingrate minds
Neglected by their peers
Just a matter of time
Papa don’t claim him
Mamma can’t save him
Bargain with his own life
Just a matter of time
Ill doctrine lessons off the street
Idle minds dwindles about their peeps
Money laundering swindles of what to keep
Just a matter of time
Hustling cash on the dime
Got to get paid, got to get mine
Took another life an innocent child
Just a matter of time

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Battling life’s struggle
Gang bangers style
Hope I live to see 21
Just a matter of time

Holy Spirit
The silent stillness
of quiet hems;
is a supple grace
of the Holy Spirit.
As the Holy Ghost
is at service
to my soul.
To consume salvation;
to alter death;
where angels rise
and shadows rest.
And as the day ends
And gospel fades
A prayer inhibits
a familiar beginning.

The Negra Saga of a Ghetto Queen

Harassment and denial

From opposing religions

To either flunk her out

Or to face rational decisions

Drive bys, car bombs, and parents threats

The unreachable child

Had many regrets

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Angry crowds knock out car windows

Vengeful gangs kicked in doors

All against one student from reaching

Her educational goals

God would not judge her

But grant her creed

Cancer Cell

Pneumonia first called its name within the walls of a cell. Blinded pneumonia, carrier of
disease that roamed an ill virus through various blood cells. Horrific pneumonia, spectra
merging through cellular walls. A sickly virus from a destructive cold. Mania pneumonia
that marked itself in place a lymph node a cold, ill place where bacteria roams to claim
cancer. A pneumonia cell that spreads word to other enzymes cancer has claimed a host
called death. Death has no age limit.

Vegas Dreams (Spoken Word)

Out of Vegas, the city that never sleeps, where anything is possible.
That dreams are made of what inspires you. I am from what is honorably known
as the West side in Vegas. My hood is home of theCrip. Some know it as the ghetto
where many fear to be seen. My hood comes from where you don’t know how to act of
the middle class – administrators, senators, educators, athletes, police officers, gang
members, peddle pushers, drug addicts, erotica and the sons and daughters of future Crip.
The west side is affluently known for black settlement in Vegas of the sixties. It is the
home of the Moulin Rouge where only the black stars had facilitation for entertainment
and where they were housed in its hotel. Vegas the home of the north town blood. Vegas
home of the south side Krip. It is all about zones. What comes from the hood stays in the
hood. The west side is a family raised in a village. It is the doctrine of faith and value
stood. The west side is a community of faith where everyone knows his place, knows
where he comes from, knows how to speak and give back to the place of residence. No
relations to drive bys, gang bangers, homicides. It is a unity of peace and love with who

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you identify with. Home of the high drop out rate because youth can earn as much doing
service without a degree. Home of where schools were not desegregated until after 1978.
Home of high teenage pregnancy rate, where baby momma drama is a concern. Home
where jail bait was 15 years adult. Home where curfew was at 1 AM in the morning.
Home of the block parties where kids hung out in the street late nights to roam during the
summers. Home where athletes were not educated and could not read after high school.
Home where players had to be from another country or mixed to be popular on the team.
Home where drug dealers can earn 30 grand selling drugs off the street. Home where
prisons hold the abundant youth due to social poverty. Home where there is much fear of
disaster. Home where there is much love. Home where a college degree can mean
something to the development of the community and must not be taken for granted.

Baby Momma Drama

It takes two to make a child

in desolate of ignorant minds

That led a child to conceive a baby

Babies having babies

At the age of ten

Haltering a child of own

Delivered by a paramedic

Snapping hips back

To console to secrecy

Worried about being caught

Vowed through deception

From an under aged teenager

A baby momma drama

How old, old enough to conceal child

Inadequate mask

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To growing up too soon

From child to adult

A forced responsibility

Somewhere out there

Is a 30 something child?

To a 40 then and some mother

Whose child does not know who

Their mother truly is?

Judgment

A fatal cry of deception

Morally advised
Neglected by each emulated touch

Fondling dreams of anger lie inside

Hazy, vivid memory

Growing young in his possession

Disturbing images from abuse

Wanting to break through, to recover

From an oppressing manifestation

Stereotypes
Stereotypes, is that a gesture? Are you entitled to pass judgment based
on preconceived thoughts? Is the circulation of thoughts based on
rumors? Do you judge because you do not care to understand my
position? Is it because you never got to know me and do not care? Can
you really tell by first impression that I am different? Is it my outward
appearance, you base judgment that I fit those stereo types? Can you
tell by looking at me, what you do not like about me? Is it my outward

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appearance you hesitate to retaliate towards? Must we bargain with a
liturgy? Is it something I said that you’re against? Is it over something
someone said about me that has got you all fired up? Did I not follow
through based on your ideology of reasoning that frustrated you? Is it
right to judge, because of how I acted out that you must try to change
to your preferences? Shall I admit something is wrong with me? How
does one respond to stereotypes? I am who I am.

To Love Oneself
To love is to embody emotion to penetrate deep down in your soul. It is
the emotion to love oneself; because one must love oneself in order to
allow others to love you. Love is feeling of greatness that you place
God above oneself; because God it the gatekeeper of your soul. Are you
feeling me? Loving one means you are blessed that you feel good
about yourself and you are doing right by God. Loving oneself means
that you have an attitude of pride. You represent that feeling of
revelation that you have reached redemption of the mind, body and
soul. The way you carry yourself is how others will judge you. Love God,
love life and love oneself.

Faith
May your soul be filled with God’s wisdom?

To become an apprentice of faith

May your heart be touched by nature?

To live by God’s words of hope

To encourage others to be followers of God

May spiritual education open the door to a closed mind?

To not be perturbed of evil

To become enriched in fate to guide the blind

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So he to may seek holy spiritual freedom

Become a practioner of faith

Where hate is abandoned in fear of God

To be a protectorate from evil

To defend the belief of the Church

Where young minds can understand God’s leadership

For religious purposes of a spiritual creed

That defends the nation against wrongful deeds of hate

Where fate in God leadership to promote world peace

May God protect the female holy veil for equality?

Open her eyes, Open her soul to the covenant of God

May men be teachers?

May men be leaders?

May men be role models?

Of the family

Of the community
Of the church

May man think of Church as an audacity of hope of the family?

To anticipate the love and guidance of social freedoms

God is my Shepard I shall not want

As I walk through the valley of fire I shall fear no evil

God is my temperament
May I profess the faith God gave me

I believe he is the deliverer of my fate

May God guide me from sin?

As I live this journal to heaven.

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A Time Remised

Confusion
Doubt

Emotionaly stressed
Vounerable inherit

Painfuly assist
Damper horizon

Moderatly senced
Mordified solution

Dangeraously admissed
Tranquil upset

Ferverently blessed
Inhale jeapardy

Externally confessed
Imagery, a concept

Figuratively obsessed
A silent memorium

A gesture remised
A time remised

A time remised
A time remised

A time remised
A time remised (silence)

I’m out

Our Love

How I love thee

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As enchanted as time passes

You are forever in my memory

Through every sentiment sigh of retrieval

Compassion expels happiness

Valued in each kiss

I yearn for your warm caress

Missing the sentimental token

An epiphany of treasure unspoken

In captivated by words of choice

That persuades meaning

In how I conceive you
my heart thrust compassion

Consumed in lust
In dire need of every mood

My soul craves harmony

In unity of a companion

Who cares for me?

Failing to meet your desires

You beat me with your fist

You curse me with your anger

You train my mind to obey

I can not handle my fate

Before I lie dead in your possession

Forsaken
Written by, Angela Khristin Brown

I
we have been taken as an enemy of all

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in prison our ability to communicate with God
we have mistaken our old tired lay
Creating fear within our delicate skin

II
Drugged addicts holding us back
alienating rafters dark steps
the ghettos furious life sentence
Devious of the calm waters
III
We entrap our minds in dissolute times
An image of a storm perturbs warm waters
A roots bough underneath the soils foil
A shadows emerges a hallow path

IV
To taste its breath of poisoness air
Hovering silence embrace for peace
Time’s client is an admissive stare
Ghostly hands deplete death entrapment
V
Ghastly sign of escape of insanity
trying to vacate his unsought welcome
The River trails defeat and defile voices behind
His huge plow hands hold in singes of dirt

VI
His back hold gashes of violet sups of blood
His heart meditates for a savior
The dark night encloses desire to be free
Lord, grant me strength
VII
Perilous dreams deferred

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Envious puppets emulate denial
if tears could speak
it speaks of fear

VII
Align the dark shores
to compromise life in deception
Hammering light conspiracy
to position for failure
VIII
A quilt made of old tired jeans
A sewn patch from each generation
A coveted patch woven in gayety
A smoldering vintage kept hot

VIIII
And in the middle of the day
we would all exit
the storm
amongst a clay of dust
X
And mother will bequeath love
and nature will provide fruit
and prayer will be inevitable truth
and the new born will never speak in silence

Red Nature
Red tepid water
drains through building
blocks of slothful thought.
Thrust winds, rain, sleet build
red energy from lightning in

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the sky moldering in deception.
A scented red rose with
long thickly sharp prongs
speak of gayety pride.
A red liquid imprint from
an old newspaper personal
dreary same sex ad.
A tornado battled winds blew
down the red old country barn
in derivity of old tired accusations.
Awakening death dreary dark
black clouds with tiers of
red voices speak of
despair, agony and fear.
Red sun rays piercing
confused signs of life of
a lustful inquiry.
Chilly air rips through
the wear and tear
of a red old
withered
jacket
beaten
and
denied.

Flowetry
Definition of a Poem
A poem is
A passion to
Utilize word
In harmony
With what

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You come into
Contact with

Floetry
Poetry, the glimmering rhymes
Of tomorrows battered beat, an horizon
Alarming the quake of day break
And the thunder drum’s storm
Repeats clichés of an attitude
- Rat a tat, rat a tat, rat a tat,

- Chukka boom…

The sounds of music

Unforgotten Race

The unforgotten…
Live for tomorrow…
Dreams never go away.
Peace on Earth…
Is the goodwill of all men?

God You Inspire me to Love

I found love while we share our feelings

I found love through his moral support
I found love through his laughter
I found love through cross signals
That overlaps the shades of love
I found love through his leadership, fellowship and guidance
I too have found love
I found love in so many ways
Spiritually through the grace of God many blessings
Mentally through comforting words
Physically through the holy ghosts
Yes I too have found love
Through our friendship through our family
I too have found love

My Heart Feels Too

My hearth feels too,
What I cannot see
My heart feels…
What I crave
My heart tastes…

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To others triumphs and defeats
My heart listens…
And to the images of
Yellow orchids
Red roses with petals of lime green leaves
Purple oleanders and parsnips
The blue violets, white daisies and orange daffodils
I feel from the heart.

The Price of Freedom

Freedom... that stole my soul

Where it left off. The back woods of Georgia
Auctioned on a slave block
Sold for the price of a grain of seed
The deed to my soul
No, no it must’ve began
The price of when my uncle was slain by a clan’s man
In the back wood of Mississippi, I cry, I cry
Who bargained for his life?
I pray, I pray for the price of freedom
For tee segregated schools…
For the freedom of speech…
For freedom of slain souls who paved the way…
Took the lives of humble people
For the sole purpose...freedom
Freedom, I cry freedom
What does t mean?
When you are illiterate and cannot read

Swan

Rockery, lullaby, rockery

Swift as a calm sea
Gentle as a feather
Raise oh rise high
O’er and o’er you sway
Parched in a hallow raft
Dismounted o’er space
Distance apart
Fleeing o’er air
Rockery, lullaby, rockery

Fight Violence with Peace

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?

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When they pull our race down, down, down
Erasing years of pain painfully, erasing reasons for our struggle
Denying our rights as African Americans, who lost their lives?
For the struggle to grant us the freedoms we have in store
As a country banned from social freedoms?

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?

When they discriminate women by using derogatory names
Wrapped in the blood of the union flag
Which stood for what we call freedom?

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?

When we know our mothers are the back bone of the family
The mother who birthed us, put clothes on our backs
A roof over our heads tolerated a sound education
And lead us on our way to defend the struggle that can be
So easily taken away

Why should we ban violent lyrics in rap songs?

While during slavery we were brought from Africa
Stolen from our home
Unadulterated culture of being slaves
While our women today
Are disregarded as socially retarded
As out cast in the struggle blown away by lyrics
Used in rap songs today

Why the Caged Bird Sings

Hinged
Rhythm
Outbursts
Sighs

Angel
Follies
Hampered
Defeat

Beggars
Liars
Cheats
Defile

A
Tear

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Fell
From
Its eye

Unwarranted
Symphony

I Believe

It only takes a spark

To get a fire going
And soon all those around
Will light up when it’s glowing
That is how it is with God’s love
Once you experience it
It is just like spring
You want to sing
You want to pass it on
Pass it on

Pass it on
To Dream to be an American

I am an American
And a composite of many dreams
I am a patron of God’s faith
And an antidote of a dream

I am an American
Born and reared
Brought from different attritubutes of people
Who have each bleed or shed a tear

From the battle fields

To the highest courts
From the past until now
Have stood their ground like patriots
Bringing hope for all humanity to be found

I am a true American
Though how difficult it must seem
But I am one proud American
Who dares to dream?

Time

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Time is a period
A legacy in tact
It lasts throughout age
In cycles that are exact
You can not out live it
It carries on
For eons of time
It lasts a life long
Time is the yesterdays
Tomorrows and the out come of dreams
Time is our future

When was the Last Time

When was the last time?

You held your fist in frustration
Wanting something so bad to happen
And it did not happen
When was the last time?
Your heart groped over
A dream you had of the future
And id did not come true
When was the last time?
You prayed
And God answered your prayers?
Keep hope alive…

Snowflake

A snowflake falls;
Gently,
From the sky
Admits
Flittering unto
The ground
Pitter, pat
Pitter, pat
Pitter, pat
Frozen ice.

An Eagle

An eagle flies
By, by in enchanted distance;
By, by
Visible knots

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Creating ties
Aloof its nest
By, by an eagle flies
A lullaby
An eagle flies
Such obliteration
Such quiet mumble

The Fairest of All

I look in a mirror
What do I see?
A picture of a lady
Who looks just like me?
I look in a mirror
How could it be?
An image I see
Is a prism of light?
A reflection of my identity
I look in a mirror
To find hidden truth
A reflection of my inner mood
I look in the mirror
And I see me
Of all hope, fate and immortality
Reflecting, coming back at me

Schizophrenia

What do you do?

With a troubled mind
Full of delusions
Full of lies
My heart trembles
With the threat of oppression
Taking me over and locking me in prison
What do you do under harassment?
A threat and a failure
When you ask the question
Who am I to ask?
Do you give up?
Or do I hold on

I am Only Human

I am only human

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When I speak
I flaunt
When I smile
I gesture
When I laugh
I clown
When I pray
I profess my fate
When I walk
I sway
When I win
I triumph over
When I lie
I rest

Caged Bird

Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly sing

Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly free

Black butterfly fly

Black butterfly fly
Black butterfly fly

And the butterfly

Glides to freedom

Loneliness

Nestled upon a wooden bow

Quietly disdain from truth

Seductive stare
Beneath the horizon

Fallacy, justifies;
Yet, undermines reason

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The Black Man

His ebony skin was a smooth as leather

His hair locks was as tight as cotton
His dark eyes was formed the curves of almonds
His stride staggered in quarter notes
His intellectual ability intimidated me
His personality amused me
And his dreams became my dreams
Became my dreams
Became my dreams…

Voices

A voice once talked to me

And told me I world never amount to anything
Voices said that I am about nothing
The voice replied that I am not good enough
A voice said to me I am best not to try
I replied saying; I am lonely and seek guidance
The voices tire me
My being better was only my intention to prove nothing
You neglected to listen to my emotions
Now I lie still, quiet and alone
I heard a voice that said, listen
Don’t give up

Ode to When I Die

Someday,
I would want to be
Acknowledged,
Dedicated,
Nominated
Appraised
Accomplished
Written down in history…
Someday,
I will die…
And at my funeral,
Someone will remember me
And go to my funeral…

The Storm

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A hale of fog
Hovering above the heavens
Encountering time.

Haltering day
An overcast of shadows
Doomed into darkness.

Pellets of humid dew

Danced hurdling onto the ground
Into somber laughter.

God

I am in and out
I am all about
I am here and there
I am everywhere
I am up and down
I am all around
I am omnipotent
I am God.

Oxymoron

There is no racism today

But why affirmative action.
There is no need for equality;
But we suffer invaluable differences.
There is no need for a good education;
But we need a degree to be successful.
There is no need for safety;
But there is danger of violence.
There is no need for celibacy;
But we have abortion.
There is no need for protection;
But we have aids.
There is no need to struggle;
But we want peace.
There is a need for love;
And love surrounds us.

A Metaphor for a Tear

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A tear can be gentle as a cotton ball
Erasing the bondage of pain
A tear can be angelic as prayer
With the hope to end all hatred
A tear can be a cradle
That holds near the soul
A tear can release the condolence of war
That kills all victims it comes upon
A tear can heal anyone who believes in its power

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