so what we gonna do, America? (about being human)

we all have implicit biases based on our individual experiences. 
 
these days, after incidents of recorded police brutality in america, social media always, weighs in. statements in every comment section (for the most part), whether pro or con, are filled with explicit bias and fueled by implicit racial biases. 

these videos, which are becoming more frequent as of late, give proof thru the night that our preduice flag is still here and racism, yet wave.  for centuries, an unfortuante shared experience amongst people of color has dealt first hand, with what we already know to be true. Our society treats black & brown, boys & girls differently. discriminates implicity. 

as a black man born and raised in America, in South Carolina nonetheless, home of civil war pride, so the south can rise again; good God fearing Rebels. i KNOW this to be fact. i see it everyday. been through it. multiples times. but does my perspective trump your experience? your history? No. cause everyones experience is valid. everyone has a story to tell and a right to share it. but as we each hold these truths, it is evident that our system has a serious flaw in its dream of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness for ALL. 

so what we gonna do America? you say she deserved to be slammed, i say he should be fired AND arrested. i say he couldnt breathe obviously, you say he shouldnt have fought back and let go of the Loosey’s. you say he shouldnt have run towards the officer, i say he needed help and you had to reload for those 11. you say she should have put her cigarette out, cause thats an order, so i ask are newports against the law and she shouldnt have died over a traffic ticket. i say this is excessive, you say they are just doing their jobs and these “thugs” need to learn some manners. 

i say you sound like a 1945 lynch mob after Emmit Till, you say historically by now, they should know better, or better yet their place. i say, you trying to teach us a lesson. you say, there they go again always complaining, yall should get over it. you say slavery was 400 years ago, i say redlining was by design and was only 50 ago. you say, im colorblind and diversity makes the world go round. i say there is no such thing as the latter, so take of those rose colored glasses. 

you dont have to live in my world, but i definitely have to know your game to stay alive; as an elder would say, white folks get multiple chances to succeed, black folk only get one chance to fail.  in my America one mistake could be fatal AND justified every which til sunday, whereas in a similar situation, those with the complexion for the protection, most get a chance to learn from a mistake without fear or life changing consquences. 

we all out here, making mistakes, trying to be human in America. but when our system was built upon explicit basis against ALL people of color at some point or another, we stay losing; life, family health, happiness. as with most situations in life, if doesnt effect you and yours, most dont care. 

 Im most afraid people of color and white folks may never see eye to eye. so what we gonna do America, cause history is repeating itself, as i speak and the future today looks bleak. 
    

picture by Marcus Kiser: Being Human from the #IntergalacticSoul Exhibit 

#FreedomDay: A Musical Reparations Mixtape
by: The Talented Tenth of Mr. Talley

– Listening Party & Concert @ Dupp & Swat – Charlotte, NC

vocals – Quentin Talley
bass – Tim Singh
drums – Tim Scott Jr.
keys – Harvey Cummings II
guitar – Troy Conn
EWI/Sax – Adrian Crutchfield
Sax – Marcus Jones
trumpet – Eleazar Shafer

Wait.

This is very disturbing.
Quite blantant.
Let’s all just stand around
try to find evidence
frame the picture
And wait.

We have time.
Check again.
No not his pulse, yes
Pockets, he must have something

They always do.
Wait.
do nothing.

Go ahead, hit record
he’s just a petty hustla
An easy target
Repeat offender we recognize
To get some more tax dollars
Wait.

Over his weight limit so
We had to wrestle cause
Taking down black bucks
Gets the heart pumpin
And the day started
Like a cup of joe
After bowels move

Dem boys in blue
like it vile and dark
Shedding light on the
Best part of waking up is

Black bodies
Filling this cup til
It runneth over.
Drink it in.
Keep checkin.

Surround him
To cover up any mistakes
As we Continue to wait.
Wait
For Back
Up
But keep checkin.

cast him as lethargic
hear his crys
But there are no rights here
That were heard that we are
Bound to to respect,
the oldest rule in the system.

Everyone knows Plessy
At the academy
And recognizes that
he is no man
More beast than anything.
That’s why we

Wait.

just poke the nigga
and see if he’ll magically awake.
For in CPR class they
taught us not to touch black lips
I’ve seen them
change like the wind
And will turn animalistic at any minute.
Beware of the tricksters motif.

Back up will arrive in just one minute. Let’s
Wait.

10/30 – outside smelly cat

Eavesdropping
A conversation
About love

She said
he cried.
That’s funny.

I woke up Christmas
And freaked
The fuck out

I’ve never had a relationship
Like this
He broke my TV
Please just get out my bedroom

He had that moment
Where he got
So frustrated
Threw the remote

Now look what you made
Me DO!
Break the TV

I wish you would just calm
Down and we can talk
He left

But before he did
he penned an excuse
In the form of poem

The beginning line…
“In my own blindness, I fail “
And the last…
“My heart will miss the love lost”

He came back
Talking about a job
Then makes it a point to
Say
Im not moving anywhere

And I’ve seen him more
in the last 3 weeks
Than I have in the last year

Like it or not there is no
Relation here
Im not his girl
friend anymore.

Lou, Q and You @ Blue – part 2

The pleasure of your company is requested for a one-night only dinner & theatre experience

benefiting On Q Performing Arts, Inc.

LOU, Q & YOU – Part 2 @ BLUE

LOU BELLAMY Founder/Artistic Director of Penumbra Theatre and

one of the most important living figures in African-American Theatre

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QUENTIN TALLEY and the On Q Theatre Ensemble perform UNDER THE MOON BLUE

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$100 per person ($65 tax deductible)

Theme: UNDER THE MOON BLUE

THREE COURSES

Selected WINES

A Sneak Peek at On Q’s Much-Anticipated Season 6.

Part 2 of spirited discourse with Lou & Q facilitated

by Rick Thurmond, publisher of Charlotte Magazine.

ATTIRE: Business casual (wear your favorite BLUE accessory)

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Make plans to see Miles & Coltrane: Blue (.) by Concrete Generation.

Co-directed by Lou Bellamy & Quentin Talley.

Presented by On Q Performing Arts at Spirit Square,

April 24th-27th

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6/30 – First Sunday Dinner with Lee Lee

Genteel and jolly.
dressed in
white
Surrounded by petals
The color of the sun.
Traveling the speed of sound,
Crossing over top of the
Hill

Into her mothers living room,
her other son
Waits.
Untils she finishes
Breaksfast or beauty tips
Or bouncing
Blessings
Off baby sister while
Brothers check in
Periodically
fellowshipping in earnest
terms Asking for grace,
As mother Mary humbly
imparts causal wisdom
continuing

To accessorize in love.
And commonsense,
As style is to
class
And in this Cannon
house of Couture
praise,

All are running
late for school but
Never tardy in
Service.
So we exit swiftly,
I sleepy and tired from
Tradition
Her smiling and singing
Because of it.
Buckle
up.

As the spirit moves
Us the back way thru
promised land,
Windows down with
The breeze as my alarm
Clock

No ten and two
position needed
only her nude knee
as a guide
Jesus as her co pilot
as she finishes her
full brown face in
The rear view
mirror

We arrive on familiar ground.
Off by the creek
Where baptism
Is more than
a dipped deity, Its
history

Community congregating,
knowing across the pasture
Life isnt Always greener
For our skin tone must
lean on everlasting
arms

1st lesson
learned by
ear

2nd,
that the Son’s day
is the most segregated
For a
reason

We have two mount moriah’s to climb.
And the lily is a vast valley
Of trials and the morning star
Just revealed its light
8 beats ago
In poly rhythmic
African
isms.
What thou calleth voo doo
Us steeped in steeple
Customs
calls it the holy
spirit,

Though all will make thee welcomed
We just dont have time
To teach ritual.
It must be
engrained,
passed down generously like
An offering or cautious as
communion

We enter,
Social formalities
And genuine pleasantries
Exchanged,
Hymns connect us
To the cross we each must bear,
As ushers direct movement
Songs fill the walls
As well as wailing screams
Of released
burdens
pastoral figures excorise
Meaning while flocks
Turn to the middle
of the passage to relate
This is
sacred.

And there is no benediction
Only open doors
Tired children, just waking
renewed parents, still
contemplating

Walking in
just as they come,
As we were.

Full of
Hope.
Rising on one accord,
Only judgement
and unused programs
Left in the
pews.

A sea of Sunday’s
best dressed
women covered
In off white
Waving like a flag
Ready to surrender its
Soul,
Men loosening patterned nooses
from around necks
To take a full breath
Adjourned.

We shake, hug
and exit back
Of house hours
After being watched
between You and
me.
All parties gather to break
Bread with whomsoever
cooked whatsoever
feast.

Never absent from one
another for too long.
I wait for her voice to
Serenade a
signal,

Unlock the door
Watch the heatwave leave
Tight quarters,
til leather and metal
Recover from sunburn,
Buckle
down.

Return home bypass
This way.

Lee Lee is still
singing

Leaving hints of
Whats cookin besides her
Faith.

3 into 4/30

Redwood evening
We are late night

Everything
your mama told
You to stay clear of

Keepers of free
thought
spirit
first amendment

We are the ones

Who puts life
On paper

Turns the narrative
Before the ink drys

Rewrites for the soul
Keepin heartbeats in
Check.

Balances
the weight of
Oversight and
the 20/20 of
Understanding

Concluding
we are all human
(though we’d like to think otherwise)

We are certainty

when nothing last
Forever except words.

We are tucked

inside of
Meaning
Sleeping
in language

We are waiting

For you to wake up
And dream with us
Til the dawn breaks

Like a poem rising
To the occasion.