Griot thoughts

Lessons that I’ve learned in my role as a Griot.

Having cousins is an indispensable gift and for me, it has served as a mighty echo of those who come before us, on whose shoulders we stand, together.

A proud and mighty people, who gifted their progeny with knees that are loathe to bend to foolishness.

Healers in the purest sense of the word.

Seeing parts of yourself in a myriad of frequencies is a beautiful thing and a powerful reminder of our humanity.

The triumphs and failures, like history, they will repeat, especially in families, that is why it is important that the stories be told.

Like my Bigmama told me over a meal:

“These stories gotta be told son, so that the lil’ ones can know how we made it …”

Burdens in sight
will not dim
my vision
as I walk in
the precision
of earnestness
furnished with
an intolerance
to Tomfoolery
as the haughty
who worship
moral ambiguity
under the guise
of gibberish
muttered by
obese men
who are
morbidly uneloquent
and seek protection
from their inferiority
and convictions
in thirty-four
frequencies
of legalese,
by vanquishing wisdom
not by mysticism
but by way
of government apparatuses
in the wake of
actions that
are idiotic,
anticlimactic
and designed
to distract
from the nefariousness
of the intent,
may I present
that we might
be doomed?

As our fellow men
can’t be bothered
to aspire to be
a scholar… or listen
to one,
as pertains to
intellectual endeavors
flights of fancy,
Lamont or Rallo
speaking of big dummies
these Youngbloods
would rather pop
collars and
posture in their
fantasies of
folly.

That said,
take these vollies
of poetic observation –

if this timeline
had a face
it would stank,
metaphorically speaking

Instead of wading into the complexity of the facts, the feebleminded choose to dive into the oceans of their feelings where they are doomed to drown.