poemas - perdomo
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Willie Perdomo reads
Poet in Harlem
That night he went looking for
a poem
he left his electric typewriter humming
on the kitchen table
and ran out to the wide
sidewalks of Lenox Avenue
Aunties sat on their stoop box seats
mixing cheers and gossip
beers on the down low
With arms thrown to the sky
I celebrate a touchdown
A poet must look at the whole picture
One mans victory is stalked by another mans loss
The voice inside my head began to whisper
Damn
One of them youngbloods might grow to
be a poet in Harlem
Or the little brother who caught the
game-winning touchdown might have to
sleep in the street one day
That night he went looking for
a poemhe found two colors of love
A teenage couple embrace
by a bus!stop
I read his lips as they whisper
a sweet something into her smile
and that voice that never goes for a walk
comes to visit again
I hope
their dreams
come true
In one ear and it stood
as the poet turned the corner
"e bumped into an ancient argument
Two fallen angels with scratched throats
pull and push each other
Aint enough for both of them to
get high tonight
#se to be
he would serenade her
under a clear moonlight
and that voice meets
him in front of the li$uor store
Aint no room for kissin and huggin
In the middle of the night
hen luck is hard to find
The poet came back to his
kitchen table with the last
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voice that sounded like the blues
so he turned the electric hum into
this poem
!how me a woman
who is strung out on love
I want to support
her habit
Crazy Bunch Barbecue
Jefferson Park, Summer 1999
This is definitelyfor the brotherswho ain't herewho woulda said
I had to write a poemabout this get together
like a list of nameson a memorial
to celebrateour own old-timers dayfor those of uswho age in hood years
where one nightcan equal the rest of your life
and surviving the trade offwas worth writing on the wall
and telling the worldthat we were here forever
The day started with snapson good-livin' pot belliesreceding hair linesand new roles as Mr. MomsJerry had the best oke of the daywhen he said that my family was so poorthat on Thanksgiving
they had to buy turkey-flavored !ow " #atersthe laughter needed no help
when we e$posed the stretch marksof our growing pains
%hil had barbecue on the grill&e slapped my hand whenI tried to brush e$tra sauceon a leg
(o) go find something to do
write a poem
write somethingdo somethingI got this
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I'm the chef(ou the poetTalk about how you glad to be heredo somethinglook at that little boyon the baseball diamondrunning circles around second base
today is his birthdaylook at himbeat the wind
with his balloon.*
It used to take a few drinks beforewe could cry and say I love youwe have always known how to curseand bless the deadbut now we know how to talk in silenceas we walk into the sun
like the little boy's sneakers
we disappear in a cloud of dirtand we go homegrown up
and full
This is definitelyfor the brotherswho ain't herewho woulda said
I had to write a poemabout this get together
like a list of nameson a memorial
to celebrateour own old-timers dayfor those of uswho age in hood yearswhere one nightcan equal the rest of your lifeand surviving the trade offwas worth writing on the wall
and telling the worldthat we were here forever
Nigger-Reecan Blues
Willie Perdomo (for Piri Thomas)
Hey, Willie. What are you, man?
No, silly. You know what I mean: What are you?
I am you. You are me. We the same. Can't you feel our veins drinking the
same lood?
!"ut who said you was a #orta $ee%an?
!&u eres #uerto $iueno, rother.
!(aye Indian like )andhi Indian.!I thought you was a "la%k man.
!Is one of your *arents white?
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!You sure you ain't a mi+ of something like
!#ortuguese and Chinese?
!Naaaahhh. . .You ain't no #orta $ee%an.
!I kee* telling you: &he oy is a "la%k man with an a%%ent.
If you look %losely you will see that your s*irits are standing right ne+t to
our songs. You soy "ori%ua You soy -fri%ano I ain't lyin'. #ero mi *elo es
kinky y kurly y mi skin no es negra *ero it %an *ass. ..!Hey, yo. I don't %are what you say ! you "la%k.
I ain't "la%k verytime I go downtown la madam lankeeta de madesson
avenue sees that I'm standing right ne+t to her and she holds her *urse /ust
a it tighter. I %an't even %at%h a ta+i late at night and the news*a*ers say
that if I'm not in front of a gun, %han%es are that I'll e ehind one. I wonder
why. . .
!Cu0 you "la%k, nigger.
I ain't "la%k, man. I had a %onversation with my *rofessor. Went like this:
!Where are you from, Willie?
!I'm from Harlem.
!1hh -re you "la%k?!No, ut!
!2o you *lay mu%h asketall?
&e lo estoy di%iendo, rother. se homre es un moreno
(iralo
(ira yo no soy moreno I /ust %ome out of 3erry's 2en and the
%o%onut
s*ray off my new sha*e!u* sails around the %orner, u* to the Harlem
$iver and off to New 3ersey. I'm lookin' slim and I'm lookin' trim
and when my homeoy 2avi saw me, he said: 4Como, #a*o. &e
*are%e %omo
un moreno, rother. Word u*, ro. You look like a stone la%k
kid.4
!I told you ! you was "la%k.
2amn I ain't even "la%k and here I am sufferin' from the young
"la%k man's *light5the old whtie man's urden5and I ain't even
"la%k, man5a "la%k man5I am not5"ori%ua I am5ain't never really
was5"la%k5like me. . .
!6eave that oy alone. He got the Nigger!$ee%an "lues
I'm a 7*i%
I'm a Nigger
7*i% 7*i% No different than a NiggerNegle%ted, re/e%ted, o**ressed and de*ressed
8rom anana oats to tenements
7treet gangs to regiments. . .
7*i% 7*i% I ain't nooooo different than a Nigger.
For Reverend Pedro Pietri's Hat
&hrow in some oituary s*ray for
the living if you're roke.
1r if you got!some
tomstones that reathe anti!
free0e e*i%s
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n mi vie/o no in my
new healing I learned that
we are all si%k.
Yerayerayerayera
yerauena.
$u this shit on your
stoma%h and tell the Holy)host that you are usy.
Come a%k from the
dead like a ree0e of
first drafts.
"urn all the
%elerity s%arves.
#ut a %ondom on the
mi% so we %an read hard,
u*side down even.#ut wa+ from a Chango
%andle in our ears
so we %an memori0e
*oems in our slee*.
Your god!ody name
would e
$everend #edro $eorn,
again and again.
8irst down there
then over herea%k over there
and now over here!
again.
Come with your
welfare *oets, your
utterflies, your
%hu*a%ara da%tyls,
and always %ome dressed
in la%k like you doing a
*romesa for yourgrandmother who sees
etter in the dark.
Willie #erdomo
NYC, 3une 9;
Forty-One Bullets Off-Broadway
- s*e%ial team
shot a dream last night
1ff!"roadway
1ff!"roadway
7treams of lood
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flood the "ron+ tonight
1ff "roadway
1ff "roadway
Is this what -fri%a
means to me?
1h hell no1h hell no
It
four glo%k %li*s went ah%hoo
and smoked you into s*irit
and y the time a s*e%ial street unit
de%ided what was enough
another dream sumitted an a**li%ation
for deferralit was la vida de la sur*resa
sur*resa de la vida
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and you *roaly thought
I was gonna say lo%a
ut e you *rin%e
e you *au*er
your %olor
makes you a usual sus*e%t
around here
"y the time you hit the floor
*rotest *oets %ame to your res%ue
legal eagles were ready to fly into dream teams
your mother was on t.v. looking sus*i%ious
at the defense
she knew that /usti%e will kee* one eye o*en
for the right *ri%e
"y the time you hit the floor
they said they forgot everything they learned
at the a%ademyand the mayor told them
go and eat u* a million la%k kids
who try to %elerate themselves
while your s*irit see*ed through the tiles
in the loy of your eual o**ortunity
through l "arrio
through the "ron+
there were enough shots
to go around
Willie #erdomo
SONG FOR LANGSTON
I sang all night
And cried all day
%een wait& for a
'torm to come my way
(rown the tears
)ake soft the pain
I hope my prayers
Are not in vain
REVOLUTION
One night
%rother Lo told
Officer *ooney
)uthafucka
take off your
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badge and gun
and see if I don&t
bust your ass all
the way back to
the precinct+
Co*yright @ Willie #erdomo, from When a Nickel osts a !ime, New York: W. W. Norton, In%.,ABB
Where "#m From
"y Willie #erdomo
"e%ause she liked the =kind of musi% that I listened to and she liked the way I walked as well as
the way I talked, she always wanted to know where I was from.
If I said that I was from AAth7treet and 6e+ington -venue, right in the heart of atrans*orted #uerto $i%an town, where the hodedores live and night turns to day without slee*, do
you think then she might know where I was from?
Where I
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123rd Street Rap- Willie Perdomo
- day on
A9Grd 7treet
)oes a little
7omething like this:
-utomati% ullets oun%e
1ff stoo* ste*s
It's aout time to *ay
-ll my dets
Chur%h ells ong for
2runken mourners
"ay men growing on-ll the %orners
(oney that
-in't mine
7un that
2on't shine
&rees that
2on't grow
Wind that
Won't low
2rug *osses
$eady to rumle
Ceilings starting
&o %rumle
-uelas %lose theiryes and *ray
While they wat%h
&he %hildren *lay
Not mu%h
I %an say
+%e*t day turns
&o night
-nd I %an't tell what's
Wrong from what's right
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1n A9Grd 7treet