A Poem Called Here.... (feat. Low Leaf & Qur'an Shaheed)

Huem_n

Def Sound Low Leaf Qur'an Shaheed

歌词

The name of this poem is “Here”

The name of this poem is Haiti

The name of this poem is “Here”

The name of this poem is Palestine

The name of this poem is America

The name is Flint, Michigan

The name is China

The name is South Central

The name is Minnesotta

The name is Johannesburg

The name is Panama

The name is Belize

The name is Here

Here is a strategy

Here we can’t run away from we

Here needs new imagination

There’s nothing performative about Here

Here has no guestlist or RSVP

We are here whether we want to be or not

Since I been here I’ve been reminded that freedom is health now

Freedom is breathing now

Freedom is not hating your roommate

You know the simple shit

Like a good meal

Here is the re-examination

The doing of the deep work of the unavoidable

An inventory of the soul

Here is an everyday choreography of the possible

Dwelling in the wounds

Really dwelling in these wounds

The deconstruction of fiction of the stable

Here in messy entanglements of empathy and apathy

An assemblage of a fragmented people

Here

We water dancer of the mundane

We wake up

Scribble scripture

Scroll a lil bit

And we like a picture

Sip a tincture

Made a smoothie

Watched a movie

And then I let the stillness really move me

We living life

Through cell phone

Accepting cookies

Before ourselves though

We laugh at memes but fear stuck to us like velcro

The world is so different

The veil has been lifted

This show is unscripted

But the cameras are still rolling now

So whose hand are you holding now

Restless in the wreckage

Unravel

Undoing

Entangled

Unfolding

All in the open now

Here

We can see what your hairline really look like

What your mouth really do

Unlearning silence

Using survival tactic

Here is a current event

This is what we are at play

Re-imagining new playgrounds

Here we must move the people while staying put

We must move the people while staying put

The revolution will be collaborative

Here the urgency in which one must express oneself,

This urge that one must remain artist even without an audience

The threat we face is invisible

A virus can’t vote

Can’t enslave

The virus has no age

The virus has no borders

The virus is here

The virus is a mirror

The virus is racism

The virus is more like vibration

Although you can’t hold it you know it’s real

You know it’s here

When yourself threatens to smother you,

You will open your mouth

Not to yell or to scream, but to find your way to song

Some way of breaking

Some way to upheaval

Some form of magic

Some form of music

Melanin filled resilience

Here We have to imagine what we are if we are not producing products

We are given a break

Here we break

Here we sanctuary new forms of family kinships used as resistance

Here is a form of improvised connectedness

Solidarity is a weapon

A support immune system if you will

If you won’t that’s fine this work here is as necessary as much as it is invisible

Here we chorus,

We swarm

Ensemble,

Mutual aid society

Louder than the endless record of struggle on repeat ready to be sampled, and resampled and resampled over and over

Meant to be passed on like generational mixtape

Here is soundtrack to a history that hurts

Here

We chorus

We concert

We blueprint

We work song

Collectively Calypso

Organized Orchestra

Techno spiritual

JuJu spiritual

JuJu apparatus

We move here in stillness

Because the best musicians listen more than they play

Here we Black noise finding a listening in one another

Today is what I have

Here is where I am

Today is where I am

Here is what I have

From Here