The Exception Poem by Mustafa Marconi

It’s the exception
Try to keep us down
So you’ll never hear us mention
How wonderful it is to me
As far as the eyes can clearly see
To be a Blackman
Daughters and sons
Of the mighty, mighty Africans
A strong proclamation
Call it what you may
But we demand our reparations
Forty million acres and a mule
A change of curriculum
Deep inside the old schools
So what would it take for this to be?
To right the many wrong
Of your unfinished history
You just can’t erase
Four hundred years of oppression
With the rhetoric and lies
Of forty years of legislation
The harder they come
The harder they fall
Knowledge yourself
And prepare for the long haul...


Kill the seed the weed
Let us all proceed
To uniform and unify
And thus prevail to coincide
With mass rebellious innovations
In tune with super inner visions
To raise the scholars and professors
Clear the paths for our successors
Put an end to all the violence
The deep submission and compliance
Take heed and take note
We’re not the ones importing dope
This the final revolution
Release the chains of institutions
Let’s kill the weed the seed
And let us all proceed
To not conform and compromise
To take account and supervise
Feel the vibes and reap her
We are our brother’s keepers...


We resume with intelligence
One, two, three,
Its time to manifest the evidence
Winter, spring, summer or fall
The bigger the beast the harder the fall
Fighting to repeal equal opportunity
Parading in the traitors
Who seem to look like you and me
So let us measure each man
By the wisdom in his eyes
You know to understand the struggles
You got to comprehend the lies
Attitudes abound
Understand it if you can
Two thousand, zero, eight
And you’re still three-fifth a man
But as far as the eyes can clearly see
How wonderful it is to me
To be a Blackman
And a strong Inspiration
Gods of the earth
A mighty, mighty African