my hawks

The hawks of this new passing
Are making there impression

And with every
Flip of their wing
And stroke
Of my pen
Its in the name of
Saul Williams
Shihan
Black Ice
D’bi Young
Jill Scott
Mos Def
Common Sense
Poetri
Suheir Hammad
Lymon
Ishle Yi Parks
Those in corners cradling stories in the pen
Those in coffee shops fitting stereotypes
While not admitting it
And those who hide it like
The dirty secret under their covers
At night
I am spoken word
Not because of Tennyson
Wordsworth, William Carlos William
But like them
I saw an outlet
For my love and rebellion