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Poems in Black Heart Magazine By Righteous Teacher

Dear Readers,

As we celebrate Poetry Month, Check out 2 of poems published by Black Heart Magazine earlier this year by Poet Righteous Teacher

The two pieces are entitled Perform My Blackness: Open Letter to Africana Studies and Black Studies Majors and America is Me America is NOT Me.  Both poems are selected works in the collection America is Me America is NOT ME  from poet Righteous Teacher.

Peace & Love,

Righteous Teacher

“Almost always the creative dedicated minority has made the world better”- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

 

Oxymoron (Album Review)

Oxymoron (Album Review)

SchoolBoy Q released his 3rd album in February entitled Oxymoron. So far the reviews are mixed. I find myself loving it own day and hating it the next. The album is gritty, and offers metaphors and wordplay fitting from “that inner city lifestyle.” Schoolboy Q gives us an array of punchlines and melodies that falls flat at times. Maybe its because i was expecting more. Either way, I give it a solid 3 with room to grow. We take a quick look at the good, the bad (+,-) and my favorite track off the album……

+ Man of The Year

Great mix of lyrics and metaphors that make you think over a jumping hook. “Home of the paid on the first/then ni$$a going broke by the third,” perfect depiction.

-His and Her Friend
Song just isnt for me. A little too hypnotic. Puts you in a trance, but not a good one.

**Favorite Track***

Studio ft BJ The Chicago Kid

Find myself putting this track on repeat. Killer Hook while SchoolBoy Q does something unexpected. This is a Low-key gem on the album that might go overlooked through the hardcore feel.

 

What is your favorite track on Oxymoron? Let us know your thoughts…

Seasonal Love

Seasonal Love

Its been months since
You March-ed on
And I played the April fool.
May the calendar
Bottle days into segments
Instead of Fractions
of weeks and
Weekends that weakens
Ones heart until June.
 
I catch an Aww-gust (August)
past miss July as
My heart searches
for its independence day
and to fall in love (again)
before you–leave
like Autumn.
 
We were on a recess.
On a————break
but our hearts
went back to school
in September.
Exchanged brief lessons
in love until it was expelled
emotions suspended.
 
In October:
the thought scared me
since you were no longer
my boo.You were ghost
gone for the season.
Gone for no reason now
Im hanging off these why-cliffs (Whyclefs)
cuz you were gone till November
Gone till November after
settling on my Plymouth
rock of a heart, with
no thanks to give.
 
I remember
My heart froze
In December
From the coldest winter
You were the snowstorm
The blizzard, the dangerous
Ic i c le–That dangled.
 
I missed you
in January. Old
feelings snowballed.
I wanted to shovel
my way back to my
snow angel.
In February
You told my black ass
We had history.
So we Marched on
 
-Righteous Teacher