Tall As Trees

Tall As Trees a Poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Tall as Trees (against state sponsored abuse of any Hueman’s child) Under soft yellow lights Clothes racks, tags hanging Like strange fruit, towered over Little me. I couldn’t see Over them to find daddy Who was taller than trees. Stay right there he told me But, I wandered, into a strange land A hostile place, clothes rack Monsters Closing in […]

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Thoughts of Martin’s Dream

Greg Powell writes a editorial piece 'Thoughts of Martin's Dream.'

Thoughts of Martin’s Dream Blood in the streets and schools suggest the check America wrote at its inception continues to bounce. Hope is shaken and corrupted. Our future is on trial as a people and a nation. Yet I still dream, Martin, like you taught me. My child eyes saw you in the black and white screen speaking Hueman sense […]

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Dear LeBron, A Son

Greg Powell for Being Hueman writes Dear LeBron, A Son

Dear LeBron, A Son, I take this prerogative as an elder. I see you as a son. I see every young black man as a son. I cannot imagine your life, nor should I. I only celebrate your utter excellence. You stand on shoulders, consciously. You do more mind work even than your immense body work. You are Oscar. Russell, […]

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Love Note to First Lady

Love Note to First Lady by Gregory Powell

Dear Melania, It’s nice to see you smile. I’ve never seen you smile before. I’m sure spending an evening with that suave brilliant brother is a vacation for you. A high end all inclusive vacation for the faux billionaire huckster wanna-be dictator’s girl toy. Too bad the occasion was the funeral of Barbara Bush. All the pundits say the former […]

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Graces in Small Places

Graces in Small Places by Greg Powell

Graces in Small Places (A Song of Praise) Jah Love is intimate More than we appreciate Beyond what we orchestrate What we need to liberate Higher inward elevations Fruit bearing meditations Jah soul ministrations Day by day salvations Jah give graces in small places Shared love across all faces Wisdom dropped from ageless ages: The Ancient of Days. The breath […]

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Stepping Out

Stepping Out by Greg Powell, Founder of Being Hueman

Stepping Out Won’t stop can’t stop rocking it hot until I drop, Navigating brain in wormhole train through cosmic slop, Living water lyrical hieroglyphics good to last drip, Viberanuim in cranium conjure ships for the trip, Rev up prophetic propulsion and let it rip, Sankofa rocket in pocket/ laser holster on hip, Channel Black planet power pulsing through rhymes, I […]

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Midnight in the War

Mama and Midnight in the War Greg Powell

Midnight in the War Midnight in the war. automatic shots pop funereal percussion. No blood flow, yet. Just crazed metallic chatter from mouths of babes. and tear drops from torn sky. Daddy P labors into night pouring sweat and time into black hole of credit trap, leaving Mama nervous, spirit suspended over crossfire of the deceived. she getting old and […]

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Of Love and Dust and Love Again

Of love and dust and love by Greg Powell

Of Love and Dust and Love Again Be careful to whom you give Your fragile heart. Be sure of the hands You place your jewel. They that heal can also Kill joy that sprouts Your smile. Hands Gone wrong can wreck you. Can whither and suck you Dry. Drain your life river To caked mud. Still your pulse And stagnate […]

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Weekend in the City

Weekend in the City by Greg Powell

Weekend in the City conversation sparks the night. tummies tremble with laughter. spicy gossip dishes, whispers of secrets and secret love codes. inside peeling walls of lenny’s brownstone. brooklyn din intrudes chatty love commune voices heated by vodka and distance closed between friends. car horns from Eastern Parkway curse dangerous tones. fire crackers pop and retort. our laughter sings new […]

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Meditation on a Diamond Sky

Orion's Constellation by Greg Powell

Meditation on a Diamond Sky My friend Orion climbs the sky We have communed since Baby eyes first opened Received ancient canopy Of rays more ancient than pyramids More ancient than earth and sun And many worlds and stars born and dead. I wonder and wander traveling space ways in woke dreams listening for dance and music of life on […]

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