New Poem Called: Jean- Michel Basquiat He stands on the outside of a gallery looking into a world were his kind isn’t welcomed he’s judged by his skin color but not the intrinsic value his work holds they chuckle at his beautiful ugly thus why veins were filled with heroin he was, a savior with a broken heart living in a world not quiet ready to understand his work represented a world not seen with human like eyes he dwelled in an earthly hell locs of hair wool like, his skin was a canvas painted with the color of darkness hands delicate yet rough war and heaven existed in his laughter he trusted noone with his peace freely he gave to a people who milked him dry a cash cow with powered crushed dreamed nose candy high off he seemed a little odd and unusual but brilliant in his speech his painting created new realities within themselves Noone took the time to try and interpret his dreams Only distraught them seem to loved Pushing him away drew him in He represented inhumanity in human Neglected we are and he Painted our insides and outsides to a group of people who saw us as grotesque and less then worthy But he understood that in the mist of ugly beauty still lived there Abstract we are A calligraphy of disarray We have tongues for paintbrushes but silent aren’t we Complacent in a world fought by men and women who want nothing more but to give us what we never had Jean Michel Basquiat thank you Your graffiti spoke words from unspoken words thats why I do spoken word You chased a passion while painting your struggle freely for all to see I pray that your work doesn’t becomes someone’s laughter cause it spoke of pain while conveying your SAMO linguistic They call people like you weird But I seen a visionary at his best Think about it can you be awfully great and that you were But your colored struggled flesh spent its last breathe but a heroine you are Thank you for you gave me hope again Those streets are back breaking but you sleeped there so I walk on them with you in mind You were Christ like in your work spoke of God Since a boy you wanted to be star and that you are smiling down during the day while your eyes brighten our path of inspiration glowing in the dusk Jean Michel Basquiat Thank you
Posted on: Fri, 20 Sep 2013 17:11:22 +0000
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