Buttafly's searchin fo Peace!

God and Love

God, giving instructions for the moon....
Love, a consistent concerto trudging through the metro alley

a constellation

a constellation

of metro amazons

wanderers,

womb keepers

hovering over the secret codes

embedded in

moldy slave quilts

disciple

save me lawd

from my need to give love/On Saturday mornins/to poet laden Negrops

from my need fo red knee level dresses, afro picks, and rastas

from the psalms of the metro

sees's I believes in Gawd

and black folks who wear Afros

and youths who pants sag more than their allegiance to Tupac and Biggie

and syllables rhythmically timed to word revolts

and skin blacker than Mrs. Katie's pupils

yes'm jee sus here are saints

who fell ova dead negras

who put brown suga and butta in they oats

who steer shiny blue caddies

who barbecue rib slabs behind urban shacks

oh my save yah, I wud die

fo the pain of laid out folk

fo the one's who shows them how to act

fo them peoples who try to be as they should

fo the love of you

flowspot

point mis s ing

contingent cunning

love for the thought

of being love touched

by the ultimate

I's need that spuka spark

to float on up

Mr. man e ess

cap the strength

the condition relentless

pursuing constantly

that desired privelege of choca women

The Peace Writer’s Workshop- (Exhibition Component) Have your students ever started their own Peace Campaigns? With this workshop, your students can take a stand on the issues that are affecting world peace. They’ll explore ways that they can use their writing to affect change, and hopefully, present effective solutions to some of the problems that keep peace from within their reach. So if your students are rebels, revolutionaries, or just plain old Joes, now is the time to let their voices become known. Power to the people! To schedule or inquire about this workshop click here

Buttafly's Call For Workshop Proposals Winter/Spring 2009

the temple builders

i

who built the temple

that held up centuries

of busted cavities

polished the altar

where women worshipped

the lies of safety

sutured the offerings

where hearts lay open

for constant intrusion

paid the tithes

that subsidized the whorehouse ministries

ii

put jasmines in the baptismal ponds

where flowers float instead of flourish

sang the wimbos of praise

exalting the rape of bridesmaids

All poetry copywritten by Tarsha Semakula