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  • Writer's pictureEzzah Mahmud

Amir Sulaiman – Danger

Bro Amir Sulaiman is a true artist. Alhamdulillah, I’ve meet him twice. =D enjoy the poem people!

I am not angry I am anger I am not dangerous I am danger I am abominable stress, Eliotic, relentless I’m a breath of vengeance. I’m a death sentence I’m forsaken repentance to the beast in his hunch men Armed forces and police men that survived of oils and prisons until their cup runith over with lost souls That wear over sized caps like blind folds Shiny necklaces like lasso’s Dragging them into black holes And I may have to holla at Fidel Castro To get my other brothers outta Guantanamo

And the innocents on death row Is probably in the same proportion as the criminals in black robes that Smack gavels that Smash homes that Smack gavels that Crack domes

Justice is somewhere between reading sad poems And 40 ounces of gasoline crashing through windows Justice is between plans and action Between writing letters to Congressmen and clapping the captain Between raising legal defense funds And putting a gun on the bailiff and taking the judge captive It is between prayer and fasting Between burning and blasting Freedom is between the mind and the soul It is between the lock and the load Between the zeal of the young and the patience of the old Freedom is between the finger and the trigger It is between the page and the pen Between the grenade and the pin Between righteous anger and keeping one in the chamber So what can they do with a cat with a heart like Turner A mind like Douglas, a mouth like Malcolm, and a voice like Chris?

And that is why I am not dangerous I am danger I am not angry I am anger I am abominable stress, illiotic relentless I’m a death sentence to the beast in his hunch men Politicians and big business men

I’m a teenage Palestinian opening fire at an Israeli check point Point blank Checkmate Now what!

I am an inmate short shanked to the c-o Earlobe to earlobe Cut short Case closed Now what

I am Sitting Bull with Coronal Custard’s scalp in my hands I am Senkay with a slave trader’s blood in my hands I am Jonathan Jackson handing a gun to my man I am David with a sling shot and a rock And if David lived today it would be a Molotov cocktail and a Glock So I say down with Goliath I say down with Goliath

But we must learn, know, write, read We must kick, bite, yell, scream We must pray, fast, live, dream Fight, kill, and die free

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