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New Poem by Marvin X: American Ghosts

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Marvin X reading at the University of Chicago Sun Ra Conference on Afrofuturism, 2015

photo Burrell Sunrise



Sometime long ago

back in winds of time

after hollow declarations of freedom

liberty or death

soon come slavery reality

negating holy documents

signed by slavers in white wigs

who visited women, men, children cotton pickers in the night

seeking love from Africans  in the American slave system

exhausted from can't see to can't see

Sunrise to dust

No matter slave master rape  love

Chattel property love

I own you love

Men women children slave master love 

Yet sold New Year's Day

Chitterlings gumbo day into the now

We celebrate New Year’s

Black eye peas

Gumbo to honor New Year’s auction block day

Worst day in American slavery system

And we dance on New Year’s?

We should pray all night long

For many thousands gone


Lovers gone

Children gone

Wives husbands

Dis massa care bout love

Tina said what love go ta do wit it?

Did slaves enjoy massa's love

white kind loving hands

tender rapist touch

African men women children

even his children raped sold

nothing to him his precious seed

nothing

commodity for auction block

Massa  humans you say

ghosts to me

long gone 

yet alive today

blood soaked white minds

suffering denial

addiction of the first kind

Didn't Baldwin say

To solve a problem

first is recognition of the problem


Inheritance no problem for gentrifiers

A check from daddy grandfather

Buy a house from a nigga

Walk dog late into night in nigger hood

Don’t say nothin’ nigga

I walk my dog don’t say shit to me

Would walk my cat if he let me

Cat say fuck you bitch

Leave me lone

Check dem niggas call you miss ann

Becky karen siris

Fake white girls know everything

Ask becky karen siris

Hate crime talk crazy to siris

She say,  “Would you talk to your mother like that?

But Siris ain’t real

Ghost 24/7

Bitch know everything in the motherfuckin’ world

Ghost bitch know everything

Still

ghosts don't recognize humans

Don’t give a fuck

Will hang up on you


Ghost spirits travel absent hearts souls

devoid of minds

no there there

Amiri Baraka said it best,

"Where soul's print should be

...only cellulose pouch of disgusting habits!"

We pray kneecaps off to no avail

wail wail

ghosts say 

would you like to go to jail?

Maybe, if I can make bail!

Ghosts say, "I can shoot you in the head.

Or release you. 

Depends on your voice

Don't you know the tone test?"

Dear brothers and sisters, know the tone test:

1. kill you

2. jail you

3. release you

Depends on your tone of voice.

Please listen to me so I can save your life.

Didn't Jesus give up his coat and cloak to live another day?

Ghosts love death don't you know?

Again, Amiri Baraka said,

"The king sold the farmer to the ghost!"

Baraka said, "In the middle of the Atlantic ocean

is a railroad of human bones...."

Oh, Baraka, you told us, "Don't let them take your UM BOOM BA BOOM!"

You said, "If they take our um boom ba boom 

we in deep trouble. 

Probably take us a few centuries to get out!"

Don't listen to the ghosts

they sold the farmer

rice growers

iron workers

warriors

priests

holy mothers

children of divine

African ghosts of the kingly kind

Europeans ghosts of the Good Ship Jesus

Can you believe John Hawkins had an Amazing Grace

on the Good Ship Jesus

Can you believe

God saved a wretched wretch like him

John of Amazing Grace

Ghost ship captain

you enjoyed his journey through the door on no return

just remember you ghost lovers

AB said, "The king sold the farmer to the ghost!"

Alas, the black ghosts live as the white ghosts

they are one

what did Nkrumah say, "Neo-colonialism is colonialism playing possum!"

You give us a flag, national anthem but our banks belong to you. IMF is you.

WHO is you! You send the virus and vaccine Covid19. 

This is how ghosts dream. Their dreams do not lose do not end

and never do you win with ghost captains of the Good Ship Jesus

you suffer

you bleed

can't breathe

can't breathe

ghosts foot on neck after you dead no pulse dead

foot on neck ghost

hand in pocket ghost

no heart no soul ghost

and you swear they human!

--Marvin X

4/19/21

Marvin X reading at Laney College Theatre (his former classroom, 1981)
photo Alicia Mayo, 2005


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