Wish I Could Fly Like a Hawk.
Article Type: Poem
Author: X, Marvin
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: 306754428

--Marvin X 10/10/10

Marvin X (imarvinx@yahoo.com) is well known for his work as a poet, playwright and essayist of the Black Arts Movement. With playwright Ed Bullins, he founded Black Arts West Theatre, 1966, and the Black House with Eldridge Cleaver and Hurriyah Asar (Ethna X). Black House served briefly as the headquarters for the Black Panther Party and as a center for performance, theatre, poetry and music. Marvin received his B.A. and M.A. in English from San Francisco State University and has received writing fellowships from Columbia University and the National Endowment for the Arts, and planning grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities. His twenty-five books include volumes of poetry, Fly to Allah, Black Man Listen, Woman-Man's Best Friend, Selected Poems, Confession of an ex-Wife Beater, Liberation Poems for North American Africans, Love and War, Land of My Daughters. A new collection is coming soon, Sweet Tea/Dirty Rice.
Wish I Could Fly Like a Hawk

   Wish I could fly like a hawk
   just soar above earth
   gliding smooth
   no noise
   observing all
   madness below
   rats scurrying
   snakes in the grass
   wish I could fly like a hawk
   sometimes in motion still
   wings frozen in flight
   yet moving
   wish I could be hawk
   above the madness of it all
   the meaningless chatter
   cell phone psychosis
   talking loud saying nothing
   why are you breathing
   without meaning purpose
   no mission beyond nothingness
   absorbing air from the meaningful
   who subscribe to justice
   let me fly above the living dead
   let me soar
   let me dream
   another time and place
   another space
   this cannot be the end game
   the hail marry
   let me soar above it all
   wings spread wide
   let me glide
   ah, the air is fresh up here
   did I make it to heaven
   did I escape hell
   come with me
   do not be afraid
   the night is young
   let us fly into the moon
   see the crescent
   so beautiful
   let us fly into the friendly sky
   wings spread wide
   strong and mighty
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