Article Type: Poem
Author: Nzinga, Ayodele, "WordSlanger"
Pub Date: 12/01/2010
Publication: Name: Journal of Pan African Studies Publisher: Journal of Pan African Studies Audience: Academic Format: Magazine/Journal Subject: Social sciences Copyright: COPYRIGHT 2010 Journal of Pan African Studies ISSN: 0888-6601
Issue: Date: Dec, 2010 Source Volume: 4 Source Issue: 2
Accession Number: 306754430


Ayodele "WordSlanger" Nzinga

Oakland, California

   I got reasons
   reasons for war
   reasons for inner peace
   for my reasoning
   it ain't random
   you can put it on the margin
   call it fringe
   it's a matter of the matter
   ya condition is in
   or the paradigm ya
   lens is in
   if its crazy to be sane
   you know
   how a double
   consciousness go
   walking and wounded
   wounded still walking
   behind the veil

   I got my reasons
   why I flaunt my nappy hair
   still think in Ebonics
   fluent in my overstanding of
   the lens in ya literacy
   and i still be me
   got my reasons
   why I don't care bout
   ya reasons
   season after season
   it looks the same
   it ain't geography that's
   easy to see
   its beyond the lie of race
   it's not nuanced in class
   (I pray ya the last of a dying
   breed) cuz I
   can't explain the greed
   what kind of fear
   prompts that kind of need
   but I see it
   and I reason
   I don't matter
   so I stay brave
   enough to smell rain coming
   get my news from the dead
   eat well
   sleep on clean sheets
   and wear oils of lavender and frankincense
   while I can
   I reason time belongs to God
   and you are
   you got ya reasons
   I guess to be confused
   manipulating thangs
   the way you do
   what's a lie told
   over and over

   it's the truth
   broadcast it and
   make it divine
   but season
   after season
   I resist the
   change necessary
   to see through your
   I got my reasons
   with this target
   on my back
   I lack the motivation
   to see how you reason
   your rationales
   decide ya bottom lines
   devise ya acceptable collateral
   damage tolerance
   I got little tolerance
   for ignorance
   and reasons
   not to trust you
   done studied you thru Tuskegee
   and the subways
   don't trust you on the airways
   seen you thru the haze
   covering the high ways
   as you follow the oil pipe ways
   seen you
   my eyes were open
   (heard you plotting death
   and everyone's destruction)
   my ears were open
   (God don't forgive em
   they don't care what
   dem do)
   feel you wining
   when I'm quiet
   so I got reasons
   to scream
   I got reasons
   to sleep eyes open

   I got reasons
   not to forget you
   jailer keys jangling from the
   belt below your fat belly
   I remember them dumb
   (its true you eat your young)
   big ass eco foot prints
   yes and ships
   weapons of mass destruction
   and doctrine
   manifesting ya reasons
   to suit ya actions
   I got reasons to
   fear your secret thoughts
   and your out loud lies
   got reasons
   to hit ya with the stank eye
   while keeping my good eye on you
   got reasons
   to say ju ju when you pass
   spit in the road and burn herbs
   where are the souls that
   should show though the eyes
   I fear the reality
   behind your disguise
   I got reasons
   to pray to old Gods
   got reasons to
   read more than the gospel
   (yeah though I live in
   in Babylon where idiots do
   get they babble on)
   got reasons to
   teach my young to
   beware merry go rounds
   and lies about shiny things
   that you pay for with ya soul
   teaching em' to remember
   no matter how it hurts

   to know the truth
   instructing them to
   ward off evil
   by working
   hex the devil
   by dreaming
   saying to them
   write poems
   don't kill one another
   even lyrically
   love the old
   protect the young
   sharpen intellects
   to sword points
   to make my point
   got reasons
   to keep reasoning
   with the tone deaf choir
   (more fire aya)
   until its
   too late
   for reason
   reasoning or
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