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blackened History

kenn — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 05:10:06 +0000

Embryos with a bloodied nose
Paraplegics with painted toes
Diaspora with no where to go
And stranger fruits have yet to be exposed

History books’ lies and conflicting refrains
Exaggerated heroism amidst talks of change
White slave traders while Africa is to blame
Calling for justice yet a prideful disdain

Shackles of iron and a kum ba ya repose
Chains of metal while concrete spawns a rose
Cords of rope and no longer borrowed clothes
Why all the alarm when you just keep hitting “doze?”

fine day for a Funeral

kenn — Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:07:48 +0000

Dearest, if you’re reading this
I may be already dead
My wrists are already red
The fish are already fed

“Hope is but a waking dream”
That’s what Aristotle said
Or why I’m waking up in dread
And my forward feels like lead

It’s a fine day for a funeral
Be careful where you tread
Trust is all in your head
So do just as Papa said

Dearest, if you think this dim
By layers, you’ve been misled
That is not what I just said
Start all over, hope instead

Are you hungry?
Live like you’re fed
Have no money?
May God imbed
All alone?
Then thee I wed
Share your bread
Slide your sled
Make your bed
Lead or led
Like Papa said

Beloved, if you care enough
You’ll read between the red
It’s a fine day for a funeral
But then I’m not really dead.

far

kenn — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 21:00:25 +0000

Vexed to perplexed
To what happens next
Should I expose my belly
Or Kevlar my chest?

Uncertain past hurting
What’s behind that curtain?
Am I on the edge of a cliff
Or is destiny just flirting?

Do I heed or proceed?
Right now my heart bleeds
I’m sleeping on land
To which I don’t hold the deed

Am I up to the par?
Just want to get in my car
To come near to myself
It seems I have to go far.

the power of words

kenn — Sat, 21 Jan 2012 06:25:26 +0000

I love words. They can be powerful. This short film is an amazing example of that.

Consider your own words and the impact that they may have.

eighteen years ago

kenn — Thu, 19 Jan 2012 05:01:44 +0000

18 years ago on January 19, 1994, I was a brand new Dad to a drooling, yellow-faced, tiny-toed little boy. My namesake was both a blessing and another chance to get it right. Before he was old enough to do much more than eat and poop and cry (sometimes in that order), he taught me something extraordinary – how to love unconditionally.

Kenneth Christopher Bivins II, Dad loves you more today than yesterday. You mean more to me than you can begin to fathom. While you aspire to great things tomorrow, I am proud of you today. I and the world celebrate you. You’ve been making a difference since 1994. Happy Birthday, Kenn II.

P.S. – Just because you’re 18 and (almost) the same height as me, don’t think you’re grown. Yet. I love you.