Amirah+Burkett

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=**__Papi’s__…** = = = Walking Into That Papi's Corner Store.

I Could Smell It When I Walked Through That Door.

I Asked For A Juicy Chicken Cheese Steak.

Yo Papi Hurry Up Dog, I Can’t Wait.

Salt Pepper Ketchup Mayo And Onions.

May I Prehaps, Partake In Some Funions?

Yo Papi I’m About To Throw A Fit!

The Softness Of The Roll Just Makes Me SHIT.!

That YoungBull Asked Me For A Bag Of Chips.

And So Then I Gave Him Twenty Five Cents.

Papi Hurry Up Wit My Order Yo!

Before Shit Get Critical, Real Trap Though.

Sike Naw Papi Yu Know I'm Just Playin.

Hurry Up Wit My Shit Though Yamsayyin?

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=<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> = =<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); text-align: center;">__**Ode To My Love**__ = =<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> = <span style="display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center;">My Love For You Is Flagrant And Forever Blatant.

A Picture So Vivid Picasso Could Not Paint It.

You Modify Me Like Adjectives.

Appending The Bullshit Lies We've Told, We Would Need A Laxitive.

You Are The Significance Which My Soul Nourishes Upon.

The Day We Agreed To Say Goodbye Has Brought Us Closer, What Could Be The Sign?

Maybe We Were Meant To Be.

Like Winnie The Pooh In A Honey Tree.

Your Presence Lingers

On My Little Fingers.

You Are But A Mere Mortal, Nothing That My Imagination Had Drawn.

I Will Forever Love You, My Babe, My Life, My Lover Shawn.



=<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> =**<span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; color: rgb(10, 119, 189); text-align: center; display: block;">__What Is It To The World?__ **=

=<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Just because I don't exceed or meet societies expectations doesn't mean I'm not important to the world. When I grew older my grades became substandard but what is it to the world?

People admire my nonchalant attitude towards the things they think are important. Every since that silly dream of mine, my future became blurred but what is it to the world?

There were times where people could relate to my dreams of being free. Liberation is what we want, but the meaning is what society has altered but what is it to the world?

Sweet taste of freedom on the tip of my tongue. Nothing tastes better than what i can't have, it becomes bitter once it's offered but what is it to the world?

The American dream is what they strive for, I'm after everything it stands for No proof of it's existence maybe it has been rumored but what is it to the world?

The platitudes of life have been modified causing people to live what is an enslaved life. Societies expectations are barely met by these cowards, but what is it to the world?

I never doubted anyone's integrity, does that make me We're puppets in a puppet show, demeaning our selves, it's absurd, but what is it to the world.?

I sick and tired of living under societies directive. I've spoken and I have pondered, but what is to the world?

The secret life they live is what we think not of. This is all that i know for sure, but what is it to the world?

And I, Burkett, the one who is said to be a rebel and doesn't want to be responsible For thinks that don't involve one's analytical thoughts, I uttered, What Is It To The World?

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=__<span style="display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; color: rgb(32, 255, 0); text-align: center;"> **I** **Am** __= <span style="display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center;"> I Am Destined To Be Succesful. I Am Gifted. I Am Amirah Nailah Burkett. I Am Teenager. I Am Music. I Am Creativity. I Am Fortunate. I Am Blessed. I Am Pimpin'! I Am Educated. I Am No Dummy. I Am Obviously More Than What They Make Of Me. I Will Not Lose.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center; display: block;">A leading voice on the spoken-word scene, Saul Williams began astonishing open mic audiences with his impassioned tongue-twisting verse in the mid-1990s and eventually became a grand slam champion at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. In 1996, he led the four-person New York team to the finals of the National Poetry Slam competition, a fierce battle of verse that was chronicled in the documentary film //Slamnation//. Two years later, in a role that featured many of his own compositions, Williams played an imprisoned street poet in the award-winning film, //Slam//, for which //Esquire// magazine deemed him a "dreadlocked dervish of words." A self-proclaimed disciple of Bob Kaufman and Amiri Baraka, Williams combines the rhythms and themes of Beat and Black Arts poets in his work. His three collections of poetry--//The Seventh Octave//, //Sãhe//, and //, said the shotgun to the head//--tackle difficult social and political issues as well as intangible questions about religion and spirituality. In performance, his work is full of a pulsing frenzy, which the //New York Times// described as "mind-twisting cosmic rumination with hallucinatory science-fiction scenarios that the poet delivers with an incantatory fervor."
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=<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">Coded Language = media type="youtube" key="jzY2-GRDiPM" height="344" width="425" <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the diasporic community to its drum woven past Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling mathematicians to calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom. Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun backwards, and re-released at the same given moment of recorded history, yet at a different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to catch up with the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards of dialogue. Statements, such as, "keep it real", especially when punctuating or anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically or physically or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be seen as retro-active and not representative of the individually determined is.

Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of this state of being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and their secular manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to be increased by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as vocal aggressors.

Motherfuckers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when increased by a number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ¾ of it's speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.

<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif;">**Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.**

Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars to erase the centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of cause and effect Reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as been given for you to understand. The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent restricted to the diet of an infant. The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and deformative symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce and crushed pears Light years are interchangeable with years of living in darkness. The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with, Ignorance, but with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus, in the name of: ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT, HELEN, LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE, WHITMAN, BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ, SIDDHARTHA, MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN, HAMER, HOLIDAY, DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE, RACHMNINOV, ELLINGTON, CARTER, GAYE, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON, RIPPERTON, MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS, NEFERTITI, LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY, KING, FOUR LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY, COSBY, SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED

We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone Our music is our alchemy We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever. If you must count to keep the beat then count. Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious. Curve you circles counterclockwise Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws. Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees. Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love. We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic. Every so-called race, gender, and sexual preference. Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their responsibility to uplift the consciousness of the entire fucking World. Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers slain

=<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: center; display: block;">**Analysis** = =<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif;">In the poem “Coded Language”, created by Saul Williams, states “Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of the unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.” These lines are trying to send the message that studies show when a person is changed and faces many obstacles, that same person will appear again. The only thing would change is that the person changed to where people noticed the change, then they would eventually crack and go back to their normal way. That’s what he means by “the remaining contradictions will parallel the truth.”

<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> =<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">Scared Money = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Scared money don’t make none.

Callin’ haves and have-nots, every cell on the block, every NGH with trigger empty barreled or cocked. March in like Parade of Scars if you’ve been stabbed or shot. Son, we smokin’ these batons right in front of these cops. Callin’ out to the kids, all my NGHs with bids, whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid. You can download it or boot it up. My pupils, un-lid. All my students of the underground with record store gigs. Callin’ out to the girls, the inventors of worlds, the intelligence of relevance and elegant pearls, pour like nectar from the lotus, Big Bang opus in swirls down the sweaty backs of hairweave tracks and dry jheri curls. Callin out to the pimps, hat-cocked slump with your gimp on your wrist with just a twist a lime to go with that limp. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in. Let these suckas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss. Yes.**

Scared money don’t make none.

It was all a dream. I used to fantasize I was Malcolm…or Martin in the pulpit: the ballot or the bullet. I swear, I used to pray to change back the year when NGHs spoke of MTHRSHPS with space helmets for hair. Well, now what have we here? Thugs and Poets. Oh, yeah.

=<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Georgia,serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block;">**<span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Analysis **  = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-size: 120%; font-family: Georgia,serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; display: block;"><span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">  <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia,serif;">A line from “Scared Money” by Saul williams says “Hold your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in. Let these suckas know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss. Yes.” The meaning of this line basically is saying, have hope and the drive, determination, and eagerness of the ancient spirit will help you, inform people of the sacrifices you’ve have to give and the obstacles you have to overcome to reach your happiness. =<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;">

=<span style="display: block; font-size: 130%; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; text-align: center;">WTF! = =<span style="text-align: center; display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center;"> I’m fighting every war at once and I’m winning. You can’t think of me like you did in the beginning….

By the time you hear this song you’ve gone wrong. Caught in the labyrinths of time, in your mind. Unlearn. Unwind. But, not to worry, there is no hurry. “Come unto me”, says She. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">**“You’ve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but I’m a living vessel of the Sun, of the Moon, of the One. Come.”**

Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem (WTF?!) but you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight.

I see evidence in how you hold your head. And I see evidence in how you say what’s said. I see it in your eyes, that you’ve been hypnotized. “You’ve been polluted, uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed but I’m a living vessel of the One, of the Moon, of the Sun.

Hey! You ain’t as dead as you seem (WTF?!) but you keep living your lies. Hey! Your life’s a bore but you dream. Bring yourself to be yourself tonight. (2X)

Bring yourself to be yourself…

=<span style="display: block; font-size: 120%; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;">**Anaylsis** = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; display: block; text-align: center;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Saul Williams poem “WTF” the line that stood out the most to me was “You’ve been polluted uprooted by Time. You have been muted, computed, but I’m a living vessel of the Sun, of the Moon, of the One. Come.” He’s trying to explain to the woman he’s talking to that time has abused her and she’s held in it’s captivity. She’s been programmed and silence by time and he’s just as liberated as they come. <span style="font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; text-align: center; display: block;">

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