Writer Of Oz

Once upon a time in South Central LA

A young lady named Dorthia was making her way

Strolling down to the store with her dog ebony

Taking short cuts through alleys, parks and rough shrubbery

Cornmeal was needed for her grandmother’s dinner gathering

The images of lost souls wondering is so heart shattering

Crack heads and drug dealers roaming the city blocks

Not to mention being harassed by crooked city cops

Homeless people with no hope

Young teen’s slangging dope

Young Dorthia wanted more out of life

Emancipation was her consideration from strife

The city of angels was more like the city of devils

Corruption coming at you from all angles and levels

The forecast changed and the skies became dark

Now it was much more uncomfortable to walk through the city park

Ebony started barking and Dorthia became worried

Walking faster, briskly and then she scurried

Tornado weather in LA this could not be

People running for shelter and safety

Before she knew it Dorthia was caught in the eye of the storm

Carried off far to a bizarre place looking nothing like home

To be continued…


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Changing the World 1 Poem @ a Time Vol...1


In this world we see all kinds of faces

No matter where we are including schools in all places

We all meet and greet with some frowns, and some smiles

Everyone expresses their own unique styles

A face is an image of who you are

Keeps your face shining just like a shining star

Remember to listen to teachers, in all different places

They are always watching you with your beautiful faces


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Changing the World 1 Poem @ a Time Vol...1

Bitter Brother

Why do so many older black men act so sour?

Talking the same ole thing everyday every hour on the hour

It gets to be too much I just want to holler

Constantly talking at me and their lexis starts to devour

Their terminology is chocking me like a turtle neck collar

Preaching to me as if they were some kind of scholar

Sometimes I stop and listen and sometimes I won’t

Sometimes I give him money and sometimes I don’t

I have to admit I do listen some days to what they have to say

Then they say “now take that with you” and send me on my way

Then it accrued to me I’m getting a personal history lesson

I never received information like this from any history session

Oh my God, I’m in the company of greatness

Somebody bring me a tape recorder so I can record this

I never knew why this particular brother was so predominantly bitter

He used to play in the Negro league and was a home run hitter

That was long ago and since then life has let him down

He’s trying to encourage me to remain on solid ground

He sees potential in me that’s why he’s talking to me

It took me a while to see that he was really teaching me

Even though I started a family and moved out the hood

I wanted a better life for us a life that’s good

When ever I have free time I go back from which I came

To see if the old hood still looks the same

I look for the old man the one that I never knew his name

I feel a little empty about that so as a result I feel shame

A gentleman spotted me walking with my head hanging down

“What’s up young man with that unpleasant frown?

I just looked at him with sadness in my eyes

Let me guess you’re looking for that old petulant guy?

I replied yes where is he I don’t want any fuss

He replied “Bitter Brother from the corner is no longer with us

He passed a while ago; he is in a better place now

So please smile for him he wouldn’t want you to frown

He told me to give you this because he knew you would be pleased

It was an autographed picture of him in the Negro league


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Changing the World 1 Poem @ a Time Vol...1

What if animals did this?

What if a giraffe had a short neck and lived in a tree?

What if all fish lived on land and not in the sea?

What if dogs talked like humans and no longer barked?

What if bats could see during the day and in the dark?

What if birds purred and meowed like cats?

What if the headless horseman wore a hat?

What if donkeys could fly?

What if gophers no longer lived in the ground but the sky?

What if a hippopotamus hopped around like a kangaroo?

What if animals did what humans do?

Imagine an elephant sweeping the floor with a broom.

Zebra’s traveling in space and walking on the moon. 

Imagine a gorilla teaching a class in school.

Wow! Now that would be cool.


from the book
Changing the World 1 Poem @ a Time Vol...2

How Much Time?

How much time do you spend on the social network?

How much time do you spend at work?

How much time do you spend with your kids?

How much time do you search seeing how others live?

When was time last time you read a book?

When was the last time you posted something on facebook?

Whatever you post does it really matter?

Or is it nonsense that takes up time, space and matter?

How much time do you spend on your child’s home work?

Is it the same amount of time that you spend on facebook being a flirt?

When was the last time you inspired a child?

When was the last time you poked or posted a smile?

Are you as rich as Mark Elliot Zuckerberg?

Now listen real close to my words

Do you love to get likes?

Or do you love life?

Does it make you happy when members share?

How come there’s not a tab on facebook for the word care?

Is facebook really free?

How rich are they getting off of me?

Who makes those posters that I post?

Can I survive without my daily dose?

Of what’s going on and who knows who

Believing false stories that are never true

Do you use facebook for financial gain?

Then you do what I do; therefore we do the same

I try to promote my entrepreneurial business

I’m not here to get in every one’s business

Educating our people I’m totally devoted

I’m grateful for the ones that have supported

Our efforts to aspire to be humble and great

Answer our calling and fulfill our fate

Some of us are trying to build an empire

While other request friends just to admire

Liking their photos and leaving comments

Liking videos that have no social content

So how much time do you spend on the social network?

Is it equivalent to the hours that you work?

Are you getting rich or making Mark richer?

Survival of the fittest and Mark is getting fitter

So let’s put our heads together and use the user

No longer the victim but don’t become the abuser

Please don’t check your facebook on your phone while driving

Or we’ll like and share your obituary on facebook; while praying and crying


from the book
Changing the World 1 Poem @ a Time Vol...2


A Nubian myth

This Goddess was conceived with a kiss

And arose, unclothed from a black fist

Exuding confidence

A force to be reckoned with

Her lips…

They form the tongues of our ancestors

She was born to weather storms

With skin that shone in moonlight

Her complexion shifting from a caramel bliss

To the indigo of night

She is every woman

Therefore every man’s delight

Speaks of black pride with all her might

Created to bring beauty and light

A Queen to reign until the end of time

Imprinting her footsteps in your mind

She bows down only to her King…


She is… mighty… spirit… warrior

God has made her complete

Like circular perfection

She is sunshine and rain

Joy and pain

Legend and myth

At its finest

Her brown skin

Trails behind an aura of brilliance

She is strength without numbers

With limbs that bend but will never break, see

Afrodite walks with me… beside me

Her spirit sent here to guide me

And show all black women…

The way

Anna Marie

from the book

Beaucratic Red Tape

I didn't plan on being here

This wasn't a goal of mine

But here I am with few places to turn

How it happened was easy

You struggle pay check to paycheck

You rob Peter to pay Paul and eventually

The phone never stops ringing

Bill collectors they call day or night

Unknown name unknown number

Right I know exactly who you are

And how much I owe

I don't go to the mailbox no one sends letters anymore

What is the point?

Now the phone calls started at my job

And there is nothing I can do

Garnished from what is left of my pay

Eventually you are all out of options

Car payments, rent, food , gas, credit cards

It is a vicious cycle of pay day loans that are great for the moment

Than you catch sight of the real bill and costs

And you realize that this is it

Everything is maxed out and taxed out

You have nothing left to give

You've donated all you can sold what you could

Donated blood just to put food on the table

You made too much to qualify for assistance of any kind but still can't stay out of the red

Now what to do there is no more place to lay your head

Checking on any place that may help

Your family won't accept your calls any more

Everyone is struggling

Checked on shelters and the list is long and there is quite a wait

You got a pink slip at the office and nothing to keep you going

No nest egg and no qualifications for unemployment

It isn't that I am not capable of working

It is I'm sorry you are over qualified

I'm sorry the position has been filled

By someone younger and more qualified

You are not what we are looking for

But the high school kid has a job

I am not hating just saying

So there it is the truth

I was only one pay check from being homeless

And realize that there are many stops put up to make sure I don't get help

Born in this country but nope unqualified and no places to help Me get a job

No food stamps or welfare or job programs for me

I believe they think I am a weed

That is meant to be plucked from the earth and thrown aside

It has no beauty so kill it and hide it

Welcome immigrants with open arms

Keep the labor going down on the farm

I'm not qualified for that job either...don't have those connections

Really what other direction is left

Call the churches they got red tape too

They can no longer take donations from you

Worried the food is not healthy enough

So let me pick through the trash with the rats with what this country throws away

Hoping that I will survive one more day

They say that feeding of many lacks sanitary conditions and dignity

Coming from the land of the free

What is lacks is compassion

Without the proper permits etc. it is against the law to feed the homeless

So here I sit hungry and cold

In the the the a box...anywhere I won't get kicked out of

With people long forgotten people with broken dreams

With broken families for they would not burden them so

With people that once were a part of a community

And now look for community help

Some served their country and now their country can't even find it in their hearts to serve them a hot meal

Deny the benefits they have earned

Lost in the loop holes society deems acceptable

Too busy protesting hunger in other countries

How many would go to jail for feeding me?

For feeding me is banned...without a permit

Set to fail hoping that good people will not feed

The wild animals

For this is how I feel

Yes into the abyss of homelessness

With few options and not too many helping hands

As they wait for the problem(me)to go away

No there is no hope here

No health plan

Just silence

The unbearable silence of hunger and basic needs unmet

The silence as the bureaucratic tape keeps unfolding

The key they are holding not given unless it is under scrutiny

No end unless in death I see

That all the unknown name and faces that line the streets of homelessness

Need to die for this cause

And than maybe it can simply RIP

Here is where I stand on the corner

of destitute and poverty

But definitely not alone

With only the bureaucratic red tape

to keep me warm...

Maybe I will wake tomorrow

To someone else's  dream

Maybe I shall not wake at all

By Pocohantus~Mel B.

from the book

Veto This!

They all gather to cast their man-made votes

Governors and Senators frightened by their own cynical genocide motes

All the people of one state or the other

Ask for some type of change; impossible my brother

Be careful of the lies hidden within

All the man made laws are all created by men

They cry out for just a little bit of a change

Why? Won't make a difference, unless you increase their bloated pay

Balance the budget; be true to your people

Yeah right as they grin looking through the peephole

I urge you to beware of what may be hidden underneath their masks

It’s the devil that wins, they cry out as they laugh

What a world full of dungeons and traders and losers who win

It's your entire fault Mr. President when all you do is veto truth again

Almost the same as the witch and her brew

Many come together like tiny little soldiers who line up as they salute

Creatures of habit is what I always say

Can't stand their victory dance- glad I didn't vote by-the-way

Sure it's my right as a U.S citizen to cast my vote

Only for it NOT to count but get lost in the politicians throat

It's all a facade- a mirage in the distance

Just like this poem; you can't stop reading it!

Unlike the ones who just follow in THE line

Need all you people to wake up; to all their political lies...


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Upgraded Negro 20.0

Western Chingona


Thinks outside the box

Not afraid to share her thoughts

Ignores the do’s but relish the do not’s

A rebel with cause

Breaks traditional laws

I cherish her flaws

Not down for long when she falls

She still follows some traditions

Self expression is her mission

City of angels is in her blood

Elders look upon her as a thug

You have understand

Latinas are taking a stand

With destiny in hand

No longer defined by man

Socially misunderstood

Has passion for those in the hood

Never forgets where she came from

Takes chances no matter the outcome

Finding her purpose in life

Not yet a wife

Time is not of the essence

Look deep into her eyes to find the message

Not fluent in Spanish

That’s not a disadvantage

Loves the land

Walks barefoot in the sand

Listening to the waves at the Santa Monica Beach

Making homemade tortillas for tonight’s feast

I’ve been invited over to meet the family

She doesn’t care that I’m of Compton diplomacy

Man of color

Crossing the border

Tonight we toast and drink margaritas

Tonight I confess my love to Rita


from the book


Imagine a world with eternal peace

Imagine a hood with no homeless in the streets

Imagine if I were you and you were me

I would feel what you feel and you would see what I see

Imagine a forest with no trees

Imagine an island in the middle of no sea

Imagine a spring with no breeze

Imagine no soft music to put you at ease

Imagine my voice with the aid of percussion

This would turn into a song no longer a discussion

Imagine if you couldn’t imagine

The brain would cease to exist and nothing would happen

Imagine if there were no God

Wow! That would be odd

Imagine if we were all white and look the same

At least blacks would no longer be the blame

Imagine if Prince did a song with Michael

Imagine if the Devil rewrote the Bible

Imagine a world without religion

Put our faith in man; are you kidding?

Imagine a society with no taxes

Imagine if the planet would rotate off its axis

Imagine if there were no atmosphere

Imagine living without fear

Imagine a world with no poetry

Then it’s possible you would have never heard of me

A world without black words being heard can you imagine?

A world without BROTHER HYPNOTIC can you fathom?


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