Hello guys, it’s still Guest Post Weekend and today’s Guest Post is a poem also by Emeka Ubesie. If you missed his previous short fiction story titled “The Lost African Goddess”, click the link to read http://alocovivavoce.com/2015/09/12/the-lost-african-goddess/.
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Read Emeka’s poem after the cut and enjoy!
HIP HOP IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
Some men believe Hip hop is for children,
But I haven’t seen a child who is a gangster.
Hip hop is life; it’s food, lovelier than a wife,
The best motivator,
The language that illuminates the truth about life to humans,
The fighter for human equality, the killer of racism,
Hip hop thinks like a wise woman and acts like an old man.
I call her my drugs, my saviour, my inner sorcerer,
My companion, the language of the black gods.
Hip hop is Africa, it is black in colour,
The medium that Negros use to pass message(s) to the White Aliens,
Hip hop is so hard, harder than a man’s erection,
More explosive than come shot, so wired than bitches,
Hip hop was born by an African mother,
She puckers brows when things are done the wrong way.
Hip hop is revolutionary; it’s a secret fighter,
A culture, a cult and a deity,
Hip hop is a gospel, the comforter of the street.
It is a ritual that the gods speak along with an instrumental or synthesized beat,
Life without Hip hop is like living in a world without a motivator,
I die, when Hip hop dies.
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