BCCP in front of the mural after a hard days work. Thanks to Alhati Jalloh, Angela Weeks, Freddie, Alex Frederick, Jeannegeilia Mathelier, Katia Wellar, Minerva Dickson, Fawaz Aderiga, Lawrencia Obeng, Pierre Guthrie, Porshe, Hoppin, Omar Thomas, Dijon Williams, Shanique Young, Donovan Sneed, Vitch Kashis, Melissa Camacho, Irina Kashis, Adam Vega, Oasa, Nona Aquin, Maya Seuss, Nadine, Jessica and Kenisha Williams for contributing to make New York a more colorful place.
Why do you hate me? Is it the
style of my hair or the happiness
I have? Take a stab at me
why don’t you, but remember when
I bleed: bleed red the same
color as you do. Why hate me
we are the same on the inside.
—Dillon Sylvester
Apples they red and green
with a seed between
People come to the big apple
to pursue their dream
But it seems to me that an
apple represents more than
just a fruit, it’s a natural monument
We don’t care where
the apple comes from because the
truth remains whether China,
or Brazil, it all tastes the same
So, in the end it depends when the season comes but it’s just an apple
I don’t care where it’s from.
-Khamar Douglas
My skin, my eyes and my girlfriend’s thighs
Why is it a problem to you, whom claim to be wise
Why do you hate me, is it the style of my hair
Take a stab at me every time you stop and stare.
But remember when I bleed my blood is red too
I’ve found the true meaning of my creed
So should you. The media has brainwashed my young brothers
As Tupac said give us guns step back and watch us kill each other.
I do not support America with their civil genocide
Working their way around their own laws, to cover up their own lies
Please support me in my fight ,try and not do what’s right
They think you might prove them wrong and lets do what’s right
Tags: Isaac Russell poem..
It’s been hard in the ghetto
Sunny days in the rain
Between the few seconds of joy and long hours of pain
I seen a homeless man on the train
And he asked me for coins
But he really need change
Now does that make cents?
I quickly look down in my pockets
To try to find where my dollars went
I couldn’t provide him dollars instead
I provided words, I told him hold his head
Its alright.
- Khamar Douglas
Tags: Free verse, Ghetto, Khamar Douglas
The Operatives
Xavier Smith
Issac Russell
Randolph Nurse