by Kemit Mawakana (aka “The Seven-Foot Poet”)
is a highly acclaimed spoken-word artist, and has published two books A . . . Z . . . Infinity and Crucifixion of My Soul. The collective body of his works presented weekly in BAR are in tribute to Listervelt Middleton, Dr. John Henrik Clarke, and “For The People”. Currently, he is a facilitator at AYA Educational Institute (www.ayaed.com) and can be reached at sevenfootpoet(at)gmail.com.
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The thing about three card molly is
while you’re looking at the cards trying to pick the Ace of Spades,
you fail to see the person picking your pocket.
This concludes my poem
about Barack Obama’s candidacy for U.S. President.
By Kemit Mawakana (aka The Seven-Foot Poet)
Peace (when appropriate) War (when necessary)
Copyright 1998.
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