The Harlem Renaissance

(5) Hip-hop and you don't stop -
Rocking to the beat that compresses, like cough drops
My jaw drops!

When small shops and mall cops distract my attention
Walking street corners then my call drops

I'm facing a symbol of ambiance
A descriptive picture
Of the Harlem Renaissance.
Prostrated by nine caryatids
Is a Steinway replica - Jazz music's apparatus.

Leftovers? - Never that...
A chance to expound? - I'll take it back...
Cause when I Look across 110th street
I embrace my past.

I'm reflecting off the sound of the brass pipes
From Cab Calloway, to Count Basie
That seemed like it was playing last night.

Even the prohibition couldn't silence your movement
From the poems to the expansion of culture
My body's in tuned with.

And it's marching to the beat of a different drum
Away from the 76ers diplomatic song
a self-worth manifestation.

This conception mastered the full - revelation
That harmonizes spirit - soul - and body.
(cause that's the key)

And so the playwrights live on
Through song and dance
And replenish our minds
When we join together again...
Simply clapping our hands.


.the harlem renaissance.



.marcus..christopher..hollinger
SPRING OF 2009