Love and hate and the black cripple

Poetry from POOR Magazine contest winners
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OPINION Editors note: I don't usually run poetry here, but we cosponsored the Valentine's Day "Battle of (All) the Sexes" poetry fundraiser for POOR Magazine, one of my favorite institutions — and tiny, who runs POOR, convinced me to publish the winning poems. You can get more info at www.poormagazine.org. (Tim Redmond)

First place:

LOVE AND HATE

By Queennandi

I'm about to commentate

Hate is comin' to tha ring, weighing in at an unknown amount of pounds

Ready to bring on destruction and pain

Puttin' the little kids out of their homes

Creating victims out of the elderly, addicted to bein' insane

Oooh, and hate starts frivolous wars

Our childrens' blood is shedded

While hate's kids become pampered and spoiled

The hate record looks undefeated, but lovez comin' to tha ring

Look, now hate done ran and retreated

Love got hate on tha ropes- Bam! Bow! Bam! Bing!

Love IS comin' wit body blows, and hate can't block a thing

Now love comes wit an uppercut- Bam!

Put the families back in their homes

Boom! Enough criticizing and criminalizing the poor

Bow! Return tha souljahs and end the war

Now! It's justice for all- Bam! Boom! Pow!

Cuz hate just got knocked out!

Second place

I'M THE BLACK CRIPPLE

By Leroy F. Moore

I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

Look at me, look at me

Hear this, hear this

I've learned from Heyward's Porgy

Play on your pity

Just to get that money

I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

You'll do me like you did bang, bang Margarett L. Mitchell

I'm an open swore in the BLACK community

Cup in hand

Leaning against the wall

Passersby don't want to understand

I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

Gave my body to the US Army

Got shot by the LAPD

But you can't get red of me

Mainstream think I'm too angry

My own people don't even notice me

I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

My spoken word, you can't handle

You think I'm too radical

Black sisters don't know what they are missing

My BLACK CRIPPLE body is always erect

Mind masturbation but she can't deal with the situation

Educated and motivated

Now people are intimidated

I'm the incarcerated BLACK CRIPPLE

Lock down

Lock out

Walking on death row

The State has lost my file

SSI, SSDI and GA

In my pocket is Uncle Sam's dirty hands

I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

Rocking your cradle

Yeah, I know what I want but you're too goddam fickle

Hell yeah, I'm the BLACK CRIPPLE

No, no, no

I'm the PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE

No, no, no

I'm the LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE

No, no, no

I'm the ANGRY LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE

No, no, no

I'm the SEXY ANGRY LOUD PROUD BLACK CRIPPLE

Yeah! Yeah! Hell Yeah!

Queennandi is the author of Life, Struggle and Reflection (POOR Press, 2006). Leroy Moore (www.leroymoore.com) is the producer of Krip-Hop Mixtape Vols. 1 and 2 — collections of hip-hop artists with disabilities — and a member of the Po Poets Project of POOR Magazine.