Wish I Could Fly Like a Hawk.
|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|
--Marvin X 10/10/10
Marvin X (firstname.lastname@example.org) 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 silent gliding smooth no noise silent 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 jogging 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 imagine 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 hawk.
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