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Gated Community

Written by C Hues

January 19, 2024

You’re living large, you’re feeling tall.
You’re wealthy now, you have it all.
Your fancy gates turned into walls.
Your family called; you missed their calls.

Your hometown’s gentrified.
Your culture’s not your pride.
You’re all ego—your conscience died.
You’re giving nothing back, never even tried.

YOURGATEDCOMMUNITYKEEPSOUTTHEBLACKS
YOU’RENOTHINGWITHOUTWHOYOUKEEPINBACK
YOURCITYMADEYOUFAMOUSANDYOUNEVERRETURNED
YOU’REBUILDINGWALLSANDBRIDGESAREBURNED

You’re remembering how to forget every day.
Your cost of living make you lose your way?
You’re just showing who you’ve always been.
Your people are outside—you won’t let us in.

You’re so generous, voting to keep us out.
Your culture is secondary to keepin’ clout.


You’re talking of crime?
Your crime is the worst of all.
Your back remains turned.

Your heart is empty, but your pockets are full.
You’re a role model to us all—and that’s all BULL.
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Composed

Written by C Hues

January 16, 2024

The MC sat still, seeming composed
And when the DJ called his name, all of a sudden he rose
Worried, why I bridged the gap of my nose
We’d been friends forever, through lower than lows
I didn’t doubt him, just doubted them
What if they didn’t see his potential?
What if he remained a hidden gem?
What if they overlooked complex for simple?
What if was too late to start shit like that now
The MC strutted to the stage, then took time to bow
He adjusted the mic, made it higher than high
As he lifted his head and introduced himself to the sky
Who the fuck is this? Who he think he is? I heard whispers
Grow louder—you can’t believe this guy, no jitters?
Then the MC grabbed the mic, only to say
“I’ll be performing next week, I lost my voice today.”
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Martin

Written by C Hues

January 14, 2024

See the martyr and miss the man.
See the vision but be blind to the execution.
See the execution but be blind to the visionary.
See, King is killed every day, again and again.

He was peaceful, but never silent.
To the cops who beat him with violence,
King’s paternal line traced to Ireland. 
Yet they see no connection, just an island.

We remember King but forget Martin.
He wasn’t perfect, but he was the best.
Sometimes, he smoked. Sometimes, he cheated.
But he always fought and would rarely rest.

His heart was overworked, and his mind was too.
Since childhood, he would often get blue.
He was angry at the way whites treated blacks.
He and Malcolm began to have each other’s backs.

He didn’t let his anger transform to hate.
To become his enemy was not his fate.
He taught John Hume and John Lewis
That love is God and never useless.
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Anna May

Written by C Hues

January 13, 2024

There once was a spoiled girl named Anna May.
One day she got bored, so she ran away.
Her dad couldn’t find her.
Her mom couldn’t either.
She was at her friend’s watching anime.