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Break Him Out

The minister Louis Farrakhan has gotten a bad rap.

You may have heard that he is anti-Semetic, anti-white, blah blah blah. But he is Pro-Black in an unapologetic way. Keep in mind, he came up in a time when this government was assassinating any Black man who was attempting to free Black people from the brutal treatment we suffered at the hands of America. Yes, he carries anger. But not much different from the anger you carry from 9-11. And 9 times out of 10, I guarantee you most likely did not lose any loved ones in 9-11, nor have you personally been attacked by any Islamic terrorist.

I say that because he experienced this brutality first hand and is entitled to feeling how he feels about the way things happen here in America.

Anyway, our MO as a nation is to demonize anyone who is a freedom fighter. We always did it. We even did it to Martin Luther King. Let’s keep things real, can we?

What I want you to do is let Minister Farrakhan out of the prison our media has put him, and loosen your grip on your opinion of him–and hear him speak from his own words.

I love what he says here–he is asking Black people to change how we act, think and behave. And I would like to share it with you. Please take 20 minutes, and listen to his words yourself.

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part VIII


Sever those ties; it kills our souls

cut your ties for it will kill our souls

make no reference when the credits roll

like a butterfly, once a worm

you are beautiful.

leave the blood behind which still stains

all you do, all you think, all you say

bandaids on your face, cause you’re still in pain

call yourself those nasty names

kill your brothers playing childhood games

forgot the warm womb from which you came

changed names make your history die away

fly in the past like a horrible dream

plagues our lives in ills unseen

we’re not black because of Hell’s coals

it was all that suffering that killed our souls.


Invisible are the sinless sufferers, which kills our souls

Tears stain unwavering, unbroken chains

Keeps my heart heavy holding darkened skies

Invoking God fails to quell the pain

Like closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds

Lessons betray me: “Vengence is mine”

Struck by the momentum of a downhill ball

Overpowered by a disease that affects us all

Until I am dead, I’ll make you tall

Rather than cower being defenseless and small

Stand strong, escape and close your eyes

Optimistic Tomorrow hears your call

Unable to leave here without paying tolls

Leave here by plane, train, or shopping malls

Sever those ties; it kills our souls

© 2007

By the way, this last poem is an acrostic. ^^^

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part VII


Unable to leave here without paying tolls


just can’t pass by without paying tolls

i pay each time i pass your school

your home, or another child who looks like you

i buried you with minded business and turned heads

unsure guesses and signs unread

ignored like dead cats in the street

your DNA puddles at my feet

expensive wrongs result in Satan’s debt

i’m in over my head

can’t sleep; my heart weeps with grief

as if i awoke with your broken body in my hand

my inaction has me surely damned

starting from the day they put you in your grave

warning came from the floor, the belt, the fist, the walls

to get there by plane, train, or shopping malls



Leave here by plane, train, or shopping mall


you must travel by plane, train, or shopping mall

escape the clutches of your furious future

balled-up fury to be unleashed on your seeds

shaved heads, crip bloods, or killing sprees

addictions, afflictions, and social disease

you will abuse your community

unaware that it won’t wash away with a 40

blown away with a 9

follow the signs and leave and never look back

Mexico, Korea, even Iraq

God’s plan for you is a far-away goal

it is where demons can’t follow

hollow lives swallow lies through invisible umbilicals

love won’t come from no balled-up five

you must cut those ties; it will kill your soul

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part VI


I must stand strong, escape and close my eyes


want to resist and escape when i close my eyes

and mute my ears; the sound brings them tears

please don’t make me do this again.

fly away if i could, but they didn’t make me with wings

i was designed to press clothes, hold pants

just a hand, but you ball me into a fist

please, don’t make me do this

cry if i could to the Lord above but

I got turned into a weapon of war

as i tore her little body into agonizing shreds

the mental anguish is a fate worse that death

incapable of refusing what he told me to do

tried to warn that baby as we came down the hall

but nature betrayed me, like the crying wall

maybe Tomorrow will hear your call



Optimistic Tomorrows hear your call


we are optimistic, and we hear your call

always looking forward, he forsakes the past

knows you want to fly away today

always saving something better for last

yesterdays cries shall

be heard and help to heal old wounds

patience, praying and coming soon

tomorrow is listening loudly

Babies, please know we’re proud

of your strength and your courage, and heroic knack

for bringing yourself back from the dead

i see brighter days ahead

God whispered his plan into our souls

He said, “whether with the hand, the mouth, or the heart”,

they won’t leave this place without paying tolls


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A Crown for Invisible Children, part V


Until I am dead, I’ll make you tall


until i die, i’ll make them tall

raise them in our memories from the pit of forgetfulness

snatch down the curtains for all to see

pin your eyelids to your forehead

and brighten the darkest corners of a parent’s shame

blame lies with avoiding eyes

rising like the morning sun with every death

to take away your breath with piercing lines

open minds read signs all the time

shoulda been you ‘steada me

shoulda stood strong like a tree

billboards blasting along your merry way

shouting, screaming, injecting brains

biting, scratching, calling beyond the grave and all

rather lie down quietly, defenseless and small



Rather than cower defenseless and small


he’ll not cower defenseless and small

wish he’d had Superman’s cape and Batman’s toys

boys dreaming of stopping Daddy’s onslaught

Girl power gave the gravity gladiator

the ability to soar far away—extending beyond the reaches

of fists and hot irons and gut-wrenching roars

wishing it would stop

Jackie Chan fists and feet; Wonder Woman’s neat

Momma, did she use to get beat too?

use to think this was normal till he told his friend

but Daddy said that friendship would end

Daddy, what’s a ‘punk faggot’ anyway?

still wish i’d fly away in the skies

too long to wait until Daddy dies, so i’ll

escape this place when i close my eyes

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part IV


Struck by the momentum of a downhill ball


rolling downward i was struck by the ball

broke under the weight of a mountain of debt

pressured by enclosed notices and threats—

a human punching bag

i’d work if i could just make it stop

but i can barely write my name

plus the boss put an iron in his hand today

arguments with mother deflected off his retorts

ricocheted round my room with ravaging rage

raised eyebrows slowly sank while my eye raised a knot

never realized financial problems was a pain the neck

drained all sense and reason through the ink on certified checks

hospital bills never came, cause i never went

but i fell ill one day when i kissed a wall

we often die from disease that affects us all



Overpowered by a disease that affects us all


we succumbed to a disease that kills us all

suffering collectively, as a poisonous air

fills our lungs—worse than smog and smoke

the screams and sobs not knowing why

accepted ills try to self-distract in light

of another man’s business

yet Monday’s papers filled cups at the fountain with tears

drained from every eye feigning blind

God-damned shame when no child is safe at home

makes you wonder if demons roam

collecting our souls in this evil land

where Satan sometimes hears your prayers

rewards us for looking the other way, lacking gall

see the defenseless who fight and fall

if i could, i’d make them tall

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A Crown for Invisible Children, part III


Like closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds


closed ears, closed eyes, closed mouths, closed minds

has my savior yet come?

i prayed to God; He sent no signs

so please take my hand so we can run

to a far away place, open and wide

no secrets for me to keep inside

where people pry, inquire and ask

is a tortured child too great a task?

speak not, see not, hear not, be not

but we exist.

they chose to close us off

even Sunday school and my own teachers

avoided my glance and defer to preachers

who have taught me that the world is blind

whose lessons cut me with “Vengeance is mine”



Lessons betray me:  Vengeance is mine


betrayed me when they said, “vengeance is mine”

afterlife, destiny, intervention divine

legal lessons speak though turned heads

laziness and selfishness and apathy

left to God which much be said

labored as law for i am a life

lonely and waiting for his swift hand

lesions of welts help me track the time

like clockwork i suffer in silence

loud cries heard only within my deceptive smile

Lord of all heavens, save me please!

lift me into a safe haven like you did the Prophets

leave me here if you must, but please stop it

abandoned and alone, i’ll surely fall

knocked down by the force of a downhill snowball

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