Unforgiveness (in the Mind of Langston Hughes)

(1)-so recently, i completed an African American Literature project, and the topic was Langston Hughes. Wonderful writer and i encourage some of you who have only heard about him to go and pick up some of his poetry and dig in and decipher his messages and colloquialisms. But this poem i wrote and recited in class, is an in depth summary of Hughes relationship with his father and how it played a role in his socialization process and his role in the Harlem Renaissance. This is my version of what i think was going through his head during the time, but of course, i had to put a modern twist on it with the use of merging hip-hop with common poetic literacy - enjoy!



*UN-Forgiveness*


See everybody's a critic

Or very well a bigot

I feel like I''m trapped - in the Chronicle's of Riddick

Solider of an unseen movement - the mind to be specific

I wanna take back what was stolen from me,

And put it in hieroglyphics

So you'll be forced to understand the black man pain i campaign 'bout

I'll speak in parables with a vernacular

That 'ill make your brain clout

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You don't deserve anything else from me

Nothing more nothing less

Than what I'm already giving you

'Cause your soul i detest!

You want me to live in a fabricated fantasy

Made up in your own mind

And my relief is entrapped by your canopy

Sometimes I wonder if you're wearing a white pillow case as well

'Cause you're a coward, a snake, a phony, a fake

A diabolical candidate

Of the catacombs of hell

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You're ashamed of your own color

And abandoned me to your mother

And left me to find my own way into this society

Not wanting to receive a brother

I don't even know who you are

Much less where you been

Robbed me from strength within

I never know where to start

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Because we share nothing but a name

And yet in this state

That was probable of never happening

because they try to theft our identities

Only for the reason of hate....

And where do I go at this rate!

I wanna make my footprints for madea

And live the life she wanted for me

Yet you question "Langston what 'life'?"

Sadly...you really have no idea

Being a fatherless child is starting a slack in my wrist

I wanna be a strong man

But I'm always lacking the gift...

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LORD WHY ME!

Spiritual poverty and soulish malnutrition

Is what my counterparts want to bring...

But I need a new nigga

For this black cloud to follow

'Cause while it's over me

It's too dark to see tomorrow

And so I weep for us both

Believing that the only TRUE judge will reconcile

The differences we have

And our separation reinforced by miles


But how can i be free

If i never forgive you?

Will i learn today?

Or will i secretly write through all of my works....

to be continued...

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.s.incere.
Spring 2009