The Bop: Spoken Word/ African American literature.

You might not get this but if you did, you must be Status-less


I am enclosed by walls of liberty and
democracy, these grave stones that
seek to release me from the
clutches of colonial slumber, clasp a
fierce burden upon my chest and
render me trapped in a crucial hold of status-less

If mi nah been come, mi nah been know
Dis land nah mek yah, fuh Black Man.

I dive into the deep crevices of my
courageous heart, where lay hidden are the
bones of my culture and the blood of my history.
The names of mothers whose bosoms comforted me and
whose aprons I hung from in still mornings .
Aromas of sweet-broom and peppermint hold safety.


If mi nah been come, me nah been know
Dis land nah mek yah, fuh Black Man.

I now penetrate the salty air of whiteness with
a big bold black fist, they said without this I
am just another corpse, lost in the abyss.
They, the men and women of heavy-pigmented pride fail
to comprehend the space of Afro-Caribbean-American-Immigrant.
Welcome to America enjoy your stay.

If mi nah been come, me nah been know
Dis land nah mek yah, fuh Black Man.

The last stanza is heavy...in terms of a need for more clarity (that's wht my Prof said)...so i'm working on correcting it for my final presentation...