Monday, March 28, 2016

Sounds of a Superhero


Can you hear that?

“Around the way you’re like a neighborhood jewel.  All the homeboys sweat you so you’re crazy-cool.” 

Sounds like my SUPERWOMAN.

Flawless as the quality of a Stevie Wonder piano scale
Unbreakable like Ms. Keys
She’s harmonious as A-minor
Able to exceed the need for Al Green’s, Love and Happiness
She is the heart that beats like a ?uestlove drum solo
Look, it’s a guitar, it’s a drumstick, nah, its MUSIC.

By day, MUSIC makes memories
She can be life’s timetable
MUSIC gives us opportunities to grow
Helping us get to know others as well as ourselves
MUSIC can be peace, offering neutral ground where battles are forbidden
MUSIC holds love in spades when hate is brewing on the horizon
She bleeds tranquility in the midst of chaos, ignorance and envy
MUSIC offers redemption when society chooses to condemn.

By night, she is the soundtrack for the peaks and valleys of my being
She familiarizes me with the success and failures of a Mann on the come-up
MUSIC is the SUPER AROUND THE WAY GIRL
Basement parties, the Goody Shop, or
Just going in the store to purchase Mom’s pantyhose when my masculinity wouldn’t allow me to do so.

Her image remained close when I moved far away
Her voice is rhythmic
Her actions are certified platinum
Her passion has been the microphone for the transmission of my expressions
Without MUSIC, what would life be?

She is a cornerstone in the construction of me becoming a better Mann.
She engineers the sound of my melodies to the Masses
Her existence is a gift to many
The efforts of MUSIC are amplified through speakers that reach those in need of that 1st dance, to shake off the butterflies and really get their party started.
When she’s ringing through my headphones, her sound not only encourages me to produce hits for the Masses,

She reminds me to never stop singing the song of FREEDOM.

“She likes to dance to the rap jams.  She’s sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams.”
I love MUSIC
My around the way SUPERHERO.


Copyright © 2016 by Leroy Elwood Mann

Monday, March 21, 2016

Waves of Trauma: No Justice…No Peace

Editor's Note: I feel the need to explain the gap in the postings to Word to the Masses (W2TM).  Let me start by saying that Leroy is fine and writing as much as ever. As his editor for W2TM, I take great care in making sure his expression is representative of the Mann I know.  

A crisis in my own life has prevented me from performing my duties consistently over the past year. As things take a turn for the better, my focus can now return to W2TM.  Leroy appreciates your continued support and looks forward to sharing his literary expression with you for the foreseeable future.  Rochelle



This is dedicated to Ms. M. NourbeSe Phillip (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M._NourbeSe_Philip ) the author of ZONG!

Capital punishment is the tumultuous waters surrounding my being.  It seems the soul of a Mann is suited to sail the swells of where I don’t belong; like a ZONG!

Holding precious cargo, water wherever my eyes go.  Waves of destruction, currents of extinguishment.  Lives enveloped by seas of greed.  Various cultures and tongues trapped and bereaved.

* Evidence is sustenance
                   is support
                   is the law
  the ship is the captain
                is the crew
  perils is the trial
            is the rains
            is the seas
            is the currents
  the case
               is
                    murder * (ZONG! #24)

ZONG! Is bubbles under water
ZONG! Is literary rock climbing.
ZONG! Is the blueprint of watery skies, within the eyes of one forced to swallow their demise.  The soul never dies.

Drown me in your corruption and my voice grows louder as it rises beyond the surface of insidious mental entrapment.  Once suffocated by your law, my legacy now levitates above you all.  The wave of contempt crashing against my physical existence stings my flesh but strengthens the tendons and bones of perpetuated literary expression.

The Who? Where? Was…
The It, When? How?
What have I become?
ZONG! Is my parallel experience.
ZONG! Is a story that must be absorbed because it can’t be told.

Like a building burning with children screaming at the tops of their lungs.  Voices rising within the flames, leaving behind burnt flesh without names.
The 60-plus homes incinerated.  The city’s fraudulent response to restore what was lost.

Is this ZONG!?
Or is this the concrete coffin encapsulating my memories?
It is frustration.  It is chaos. It is the cacophonous eruption of voices impeded by violence.  Where is the justice?  Why is there no peace?  

I can only sing a song with the Earth, Wind and Fire cascading my desires, for freedom, racial equality, and the reparations for the men thrown overboard – into the abyss of a death chamber – as I stood on deck and did nothing but remember.

Who is this that proclaims my life ends on a particular day?  My hour is unknown to man if it is in THE CREATOR’S plan, my exhumation from the depths of reproof is already at hand.

Still Livin,’

MannofStat
Copyright © 2015, by Leroy Elwood Mann