Glass Rock
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Glass Rock celebrates the many facets of life - love, loss, hurt, pain,
joy, desire, yearningall of the beautiful emotions and events that we
encounter in a lifetime. It depicts the spiritual and carnal derivatives of
all people, with poise, elegance, and raw honesty. Glass Rock examines
actual events and circumstances and presents them in a way which
is thought-provoking, engaging, and inspirational.
Nicole M. Jenkins
Nicole Jenkins is a public school teacher with a Master's Degree in Education and a Bachelor's Degree in Mental Health. She has taught classes in writing to children for several years and has done extensive outreach work with at-risk youth. She presents personal life experiences in a way which is refreshingly captivating. Nicole is the author of "Unspoken Emotions and the Unheard Words", her first collection of poetry.
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Glass Rock - Nicole M. Jenkins
Glass Rock
Nicole M. Jenkins
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Contents
Social Tension
In the Beginning Was the Word
Makin’ It to the Mountaintop
Two Different
Game Over
Brooklyn (The Projects Personified)
The Revolution Will Be Criminalized and Distorted By the Media
Seeking Gains but Childhood Lessens
Mama
Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Sunshine
Unaccomplished Mission…
Sixty Seconds, Madam
Yellow Taxi Cab
Innocent Intentions
To Wait For Something
He’ll Leave He’s Leaving He Left
Window
Longshot
All or Nothing
Sitting Across From Each Other
All The Things Unsaid
To Waste Something
Glaciers
Two United Dimensions…
What It Was Like to Like Being With You… Metaphysically Speaking
To Want Something
The Love Song
The Long Walk Home
In Love
Breezin’
Fulfilled Vision…
Inertia
The River
Kinda Wonderful Sometimes
Still Here
Witches’ Brew
To Wake Up and See the Sun
Morning
On A Streetcar Named Success
Daughter
A Sunrise for A Ray
The Dissection and the Merging
360 Degrees
Ascension
The Culmination of All Things Incredible
Dedicated in Eternal Love to Ms. Patricia A. Wallace-Guice
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
T.S. Eliot
"What is living
Must die
So that it may live again…"
T.D.G.
For Aurayah, my Ray of Sunshine, Hope, and Light
And for my Mother, who made me what I am
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but what of the Stairway to Heaven?
(T.D.G.)
Social Tension
missing image fileIn the Beginning Was the Word
In the beginning was the word
And if this poet spoke the word
Standing without other man on the earth
Before woman on the earth
If he spoke the word
But no one heard
Wisest Teacher
But no one to learn
Does he exist?
I would stay up all night
‘Til daylight
Just to write
I’d sit in class
Think up lines fast
And it’s how the time would pass
Writing got me through
The hard times
Cheaper than wine
Or therapy
Always there in the rhyme would be
Comfort
Divine innervision
My form of meditation
The peaceful waiting
For God to speak
Sacred role of scribe
I was assigned
When I asked Him for
A sign
Of His presence with me
Fragile I was
But ironically hard
For others to understand
So I abandoned
Abstract language
For a more
Straightforward tone
Just as Edgar Allan the Poet
This one chose from childhood’s
Hour to be
Alone
Or with the shunned crowd
The girl in the corner
With the book they mistook
For soft
Never talked hard but
Wrote loud and
Could use the mightier sword
To create an order of
Swift destruction like
Firestarter
What came so easily to me
Others had to try harder
And still couldn’t climb
What I stood atop
But even with that being true
I strive to equal masterpieces like
Dwele’s My People
and
Swing down sweet chariot
Stop
And let me…
Know what’s on your mind
(You better think) like Rakim
Ordained with the name
Street poet like him and
Can’t stop won’t stop (what)…
Classics like Nas’ Life’s A Bitch
For a Black Girl Lost
Described Talib’s Four Women
Descendants of those who danced
the Nights Over Egypt away
Jay getting paid from the customers
Walking in the presence
of Dead Presidents
Inhaled every syllable of Respiration
Waiting for the day
It would all make sense
To the hungry hip hop heads
Fed only processed dregs
Common, Mos, and Roots produced
Health food
I was sent flying
Even without any wine in the house
Because love was a losing game
I could make any breakbeat DJ
Worth his turntables and mixtapes
Smile sweet memories
Make him laugh and cry
At the mere mention of
The Mexican
Remind the young black youth
of their Royalty as Guru used to do
(We still Reminisce Over You)
I could tap into a Thug’s Life
Always trying to save ‘em
Considered great like The Mona Lisa
Or Benita Applebaum
I’d put you on like my Adidas
‘Cause I was a one-woman
Corporation like the company that made ‘em
I had every Slick Rick tape
And I could state verbatim
But still well-rounded enough
To be held close by a dancer
Who had a busy day,
Slowed down by a ride
In a Fast Car
Counting headlights on a
Highway during the
Night Shift
Where the city’s heart would beat
Faster to the tune of Human Nature
And the Heart of the Matter
Is that words became the world
In the beginning…
And in the beginning of my world
I was an eighties baby
At a time when girls just
Wanted to have fun
And End their innocence
With the Boys of Summer
And I certainly exercised my Freedom
To do that and more
So many mornings up at four
I used to listen to the stations
In between the stations real late
When they didn’t bleep out the curses
Underground mixtapes blended
The verses and you heard the
Hottest shit first before it even
Hit the streets
On the train moving between
Philly and NYC I’d need
Every issue of Source Magazine
Had a stack higher than you’d believe
Before it became mainstream
Never had a Clue my dream
Would come true when my words
First graced those kinds of pages
Not paid in wages but
They paid attention and
I learned what it meant to
Justify an end
That has
Greater worth than dollar
Signs
Product of the times
But not of it
I am the living paintbrush of God
And Life is the subject
Its point in one line
Of words
Is to learn how to love it
Makin’ It to the Mountaintop
(In Memory of Martin)
Let freedom ring
There is a ringing in my young Brother’s ears
But it is not freedom
It is the resonating sound of a crowd of
what feels like a thousand
brazen bodies
sending blows to his bloody head
as he lays still on the ground
jumped into an initiation
on concrete
almost beaten below it but for him
at least
now
he belongs…
For a broken boy in Brownsville
Brooklyn is the mountaintop, Martin
No other world exists to him but on
TV there are those in which they
call the Third— about which they
throw around words like terrorists
and religion and national security…
sounds pretty secure we must be
when all we see is the big bad
Bureaucrats taking over more territory
in foreign city streets
But how foreign can they be when they’re
closer to the color of
you and me
see, It’s the most organized gang activity
ever to be seen but it comes with no
handcuffs holding hands together
attaching them to time…
The screen
shows the enemy as
Bin Laden
in a cave hiding deep inside
The Middle East smiling that he’s
sending killers in to bring
America’s defeat
It’s too late, Binny, you see
The killer is already here
in McDevil’s beef
The killers are already here
Chase ing
Washington MuTilating
Washington DCeiving
And they broke levies in New Orleans
The killers
are counting the money
they rake in by making
these tapings
of terrorists waving
weapons of warfare…
The weapons
of mass destruction are
already here
in your food supply
your drinking water
and emitted in the air
from laced fuel
and the concept of
waste removal
is a sad joke
And after all these years of cigarette sales
then we heard that it’s bad to smoke…
After years of guzzling soda
they told us it was laced with coke
Then we found out
they were pissing off cows –
having them graze on, not grass
but grinded infected animal meat
to make them fatter,
We were broke
and
We thought it didn’t matter while we were
chomping on a slab of dollar menu
two all beef patties special sauce…
And then we started to choke
There is a ringing in my young Brother’s ears,
But it is not freedom
It is the resonating sound of the decree
Guilty!
It is the grating and high squeal of steal
grinding
to a finite close
We had planned the day we’d make our way
to the promised land
But then we heard it was
tax- free week on clothes…
There is a ringing, Martin, yes
But it is the sound of dreams denied
Not even deferred
Sagging…(all that fast food fat)
and Stinking…(or is it from the drinking?)
Rotting…(or is that the effects of the smoke?)
And then…and then…
Explode!
It is the sound of no
to requests for home loans
It is the sound of
"Baby, it’s the last time,
please forgive me"
and
Rizzo, Rizzo: Let my people go!
Fast forward to shouted lies of those
who have no souls
and who do not care
about Black people
or lost lives,
It is the sound of gunshots
that pierce the night air
and pierce the flesh
and pierce that sleeping young Brother’s dreams
along with sirens and screams
No, it is not the sound of freedom
It is the sound bouncing around the walls of
so many Black homes:
Mommy, where is my Daddy?
and
Mommy, who is my Daddy?
and the sound of
This is a call to all black power activists!!!
…Dial tones.
And if you should ever take that stroll
across the landscape of the
United States
Don’t forget to go through the ghettoes
The ratholes made so and controlled by
these slumlord assholes
These segregated lands where Uncle Sam still
rides around with Jim Crow
through the city streets
The villages where impoverished browns
are dethroned and thrown
In the first half of the twenty-first century
We still must maintain unity
We still want to be free
Black
Beautiful
Butterfly
Martin
Soaring high across the sky
All the wars
The rumors of wars
We don’t worry
We will meet you there
At the true mountaintop
In due time
Two Different
You and me in the same room
Playing two different songs
It’s you and me in the same room
We’re blasting two different songs
When did it get to be so hard to get along?
We both pulled up to the stoplight
Same time
Same timing
Said I was pretty and it made your day
Never quite heard a man talk that way
Sun was glistening my coiled tresses
It was your Sabbath
The head covering suggested it
White skin would incense the bredren
But since when do we need to please them?
Then
The light changed
And left the moment at the intersection
Colors range the spectrum
But Affection is Affection
Still…
You and me in the same room
Playing two different songs
If you and me would be in the same room
We’d be blaring two different songs
Why would it need to be so hard to get along?
Israel and Islam
The marvels and wonders of God that span from
Afghanistan to Palestine
The women of sand and myrrh give birth
And love no less than
Those over the wall do
Sweet smile and eyes crisp water blue
But your father wants to have Brooklyn Ave
Eastern Parkway, Schenectady too
And all the surrounding blocks
Must give him credit for forcing
The perfect fit to survive
Now owning the homes he once was
Sent to roam in when he arrived
Figured out that one may die
But a unified three will thrive
He will if the dollar will
His will all over the dollar bill
Blood-soaked hands and
Gentrification in the blood of generations
Hostile takeover which does not pass over
The tenement homes of young
Brown figures clutching
Tiny frames in layered blankets
Clinging not for hugs
But for heat
Would this do them a dishonor?
As they prepare for court tomorrow
To say "Repairs don’t happen there, Your Honor
The rent goes up
The building goes down"
His black-robed father
Leans back in the leather chair
And in a foreign legal-coded language
He says he does not care
And for once the language found
Between the two
Is clear
One may recognize me as she
Looks out the window while
Winter-proofing
Saying ‘Isn’t she the one who once
Donned the headwrap
Black fist clenched at the marches
No Justice, No Peace!
Star of David dangling
Screaming prophetic passages
From open mic poetry pedestals
Condemning Babylon
Has she gone out of her mind?’
In another place in time
We throw care to the wind
With the hand not clenching yours
I make a gesture toward
All the lonely loveless people
Passing by our speeding car,
Flying down St. Marks
Then shutting off the radio
No need for music now
Sound is our voices intermingling,
Wheels against road,
Wind against blue
Beige against cream
Passing the ‘tongue against cheek People’
Passing them traveling
At the speed of light
Anticipating the night
For its unbiased view of color
Carefree and clear as the April wind
Content with life shared
Under an indifferent sun
That shines Liberally over both
Crown Heights and Palestine
Game Over
(Dedicated to Dejuan – R.I.P., and to Xavier – that he will live)
It was Sunday
It was around two
Two-twenty in the afternoon to be
Exact and now looking back—
The sky was the brightest blue.
He was running
They were coming
He was wondering
What