An ode to Jimmy Hendrix (poem #41)

I applaud you Mr. Hendrix,

for what you did truly was revolutionary,

you see you became an image of a melted society,

you showed the world a culture that it had never known,

you showed the world what it could be,

a world unlike our own.

But they refuted you Mr. Hendrix,

that spat in your face and called you names,

because the society that you represented did not have a name,

so the whites thought you were a genius,

and where showing them what black culture was like,

yet the blacks called you a “white nigger”

and didn’t want you in their sight.

This was because Mr. Hendrix,

you were something completely new,

you showed the world what hybridization was,

through just being you.

You see you became the melting pot Mr. Hendrix,

you were the man who showed what the world should be,

a culture filled with everyone’s culture,

in just one human being.

So Mr. Hendrix,

what did society do,

they scrutinized you Mr. Hendrix,

because they didn’t know what to do.

They didn’t know what to do with a man,

who represented so much more,

that didn’t fit into their god damn boxes,

who wouldn’t confide to their reform,

becuase the stereotypes weren’t working,

and their minds couldn not understand,

a man does not have to be a single culture,

rather he is a mixture of the cultures he understands,

and they wanted so deeply to label you,

but nothing seemed to stick,

because Mr. Hendrix you were the body of reform,

the man without a culture,

that had yet been known to man,

you were the melting pot Mr. Hendrix,

and for that I applaud you,

thank you my good man.

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So this is how it feel…(poem #14)

So this is how it feels,

when disaster strikes,

and everything you knew disappeared…

There is an overwhelming fear ,

and pain for what has been lost.

It would be easier if it was something materialistic,

like a house,

or jewelry,

but no this is worse…

this is much worse….

You see a house can be rebuilt with blueprint,

and Jewelry can be bought again,

but what happens when the walls you built,

and everything you called yourself 

suddenly gets thrown open and apart,

and you look around and all you see is the rubble of what you were,

every brick was a part of you,

and every stone you pick up brings back all the memories,

all the pain,

all the joy,

all the fears,

they bring back EVERYTHING!!

and you can’t hide from them anymore,

you’re skeletons are amoungst the rubble,

and you feel like you are living in a class house,

and all you want to do is cry out,

and fall to your knees and give up,

but as you fall you find the one brick that reminds you why you keep trying…

Suddenly there is a hand helping you stand up now,

and a voice saying “let’s keep that one”,

then you understand,

the tornado didn’t come to destroy you,

just destroy what you thought you were,

because what you thought was holding you back from who you could be,

the walls were too high and blinding you from the sun,

so yes the rubble is scary,

and as you rebuild yourself you will get cuts,

and splinters,

and bruises,

and scares,

and bleed a lot…

but in the end it will all be worth it,

because the sun will be shining on you from now on,

and you will have learned to dance in the rain,

and learn that some part of your house can be glass,

and that the things that held you back before can be thrown away,

and only the pieces you want to keep will be used,

because now you get to decide who you will be!