Sonia Sanchez: poem at thirty

it is midnight
no magical bewitching
hour for me
i know only that
i am here waiting
remembering that
once as a child
i walked two
miles in my sleep.
did i know
then where i
was going?
traveling. i’m
always traveling.
i want to tell
you about me
about nights on a
brown couch when
i wrapped my
bones in lint and
refused to move.
no one touches
me anymore.
father do not
send me out
among strangers.
you you black man
stretching scraping
the mold from your body.
here is my hand.
i am not afraid
of the night.

Sonia Sanchez: poem at thirty

Imamu Amiri Baraka: SOS

Calling black people
Calling all black people, man woman child
Wherever you are, calling you, urgent, come in
Black People, come in, wherever you are, urgent, calling,
you, calling all black people
calling all black people, come in, black people, come
on in.

Imamu Amiri Baraka: SOS

Poem: Desserts

With the school year fast approaching,
already underway
the wells of inspiration
leaving me deserted
drought land dried up
but more than the words disappearing
iman dips lower than
temperatures on a windy desert night
desires, nafs controlling actions
pushing me away from the crystal waters of Jannah
concealing the sweetness of its fragrance
And suddenly I’m hot hot hot
vivid visions of Jahannam
And still no change in behavior
Rabbana la tu’akhidhna in-nasina aw akhta’na, Rabbana wa tuhammilna ma la taqata lana bihi wa’fu anna waghfir lana wairhamna anta mawlana fansurna ‘alal-qawmil kafireen, wa qina ‘adhaban-nar
Ameen.

Poem: Desserts