My Personal Work.
On this page, there are collections of many of my written works; many date back to when I first began writing.
All authored by Micah Hill
Music (PM)
music
music inspires us
it reignites the fire in us
it transcends race
it tiptoes past culture
it makes us forget our virtues
music is to supposed to inspire
instead its added fuel to the fire
black boys not going any higher
when the status-quo is 223s and trees
when the art is telling us that the life we're living ain't free
the truth is loss of soul comes with a fee
while white politicians look at black youth with glee
no longer do they have to apartheid or genocide
when we're doing it to ourselves
body's stacked in droves
because of greediness and loathe
hate in our communities, division
blue vs red, your side, my side fatal collision
many fail to understand the human condition
when i was a kid i listened to music and wished my hair was fine like justin bieber's
preconditioned to hate oneself
as a teen i listened to music and wished i had the abrasiveness and audacity of kanye
preconditioned to berate and negate my existence
music transcends time
music reignites the desire in us
music lights the fire in us
so why is it that we aren't getting any higher?
copyright © micah hill 2024
Youth (PM)
Youth
I sometimes miss the innocence of childhood
the way the sun shined and reflected off my skin
the way the spokes on my bike cranked and twisted
the way i laughed carefree
the way i built connections
hours on end spent in a state of peace of mind
the blueness of my being
the youthfulness of my disposition
i sometimes miss the late summers with ice cream melting in my hands
the way i viewed the world
the way my imagination ran wild
my state of youthfulness cut short by wickedness
cut short by misplacement of anger
cut short by the projection of the shortcomings of man
cut short by the face of evilness
cut short by the figure who is ordained to protect
as sudden as the cycle of the seasons passing, my season of youth passed
no longer with an optimistic overview of the world
no longer carefree, and exuding of creativity
it seemed as if the sun was dimmer and the wickedness of the shortcoming of man had consumed me
i soon became the killer of youthfulness
the face of evilness
the misplacement of anger
the trap of masculinity i had fallen into, in the shadow of wickedness
what i had grown up with disdain for, i had become.
copyright © micah hill 2024
Moonlight (WR)
In the moonlight black boys look blue
Moonlight
There’s an age-old saying “In the moonlight, black boys look blue”. In essence, this means that despite society’s low expectations for black men, and despite the fact that many black men are viewed as aggressive, hyper-masculine figures, there’s still tenderness and tranquility in every black man. Blue means peace, something that isn’t portrayed in media, we see the typical strict black dad, we see the angry, abusive, toxic masculine dad. Often times black boys are the most intimidating in the room by default, this is the world standard for us. Often times when we walk into a store we are immediately suspects. Often times black boys grow up, but the environment they grow up in is telling them that they aren’t man enough, they’re too feminine, they aren’t black enough, they aren’t hard enough and these kids fall into the trap of trying to portray a character. An attempt at making them passable, an attempt at surviving, because as a black man that’s the only option you’re given. I have a different approach to masculinity and that is I believe that blue shouldn’t just be showcased at night, black boys should look blue at all times. Blueness isn’t a temporary condition, it is indicative of the struggle that they grow up with, the ability to stay strong, when times are hard, when the father isn’t present and the mother is struggling, the boy shows compassion and tenderness. have a revision to this adage “Outside black boys look black but in reality they’re blue”.
copyright © micah hill 2024
World Power (SW)
It must be nice to be a world power…….
world power
it must be nice to be a world power
children who hope and dream for futures of wealth
children who go to school each day with clouds of peace and air of tranquility
children who have days filled with play and joy
it must be nice to be a world power
adults who are hopeful for tomorrow
adults who go to sleep at night in the safety and comfort of their bed
adults who have been shielded from war their entire life
adults who know where their children are
it must be nice to be a world power
a congress who's agenda is to ban social media platforms and regress back to pre-cold war politics
a congress who's more worried about identity politics than the protection of women's rights
a congress who allows supremacy to be showcased and reverberated through the streets and halls of capitol hill
it must be nice being a world power
while children are crying and in fear of death at every turn of their world
every street corner being a possible strike
every place of worship being a possible graveyard
every home a target
it must be nice being a world power
while children may never see their parents again are singing "inshallah I will see my parents again"
the images of genocide forever drawn in their minds
it must be nice being a world power
children so desensitized to violence it has become daily reality
adults who are killed while providing aid
government who want nothing more than to destroy the other side
in a world filled with hate i choose peace
in a world filled with genocide i choose peace
in a world filled with fear i choose peace
it is not gaza or israel, it is people vs people and the sooner we realize this less blood will be on our hands
the children of tomorrow will flourish and grow up in an environment where they too can dream
in a time of uncertainty we must choose peace
in a time of unrest we must humanize one another
in a time of genocide we must remember our similarities
world power or not we all drip the same color
copyright 2024 © micah hill
Ammunition (PM)
Power of the tongue
ammunition by micah hill
in war ammunition means death
in battles ammunition means destruction
ammunition being the bridge between life and death
ammunition being the destroyer of man
ammunition once fired cannot be unfired
ammunition once fired cannot be forgotten
ammunition is the tongue
the tongue being the gate between thoughts and words
the tongue is a powerful weapon
words that cannot be unsaid
words that cannot be forgotten
the bridge between peace and conflict
control is key with ammunition
if you allow it to fire, destruction is inevitable
we must put our mouths on safety
we must uncock our tongue and take our teeth off of the trigger
for our tongue wields more power than any firearm
copyright micah hill 2024 ©
Lines (PM)
Lines divide us and dictate our lives
lines
lines divide
lines redefine
what it means to be
one side be the difference between right and wrong
the stories of genocide all singing the same song
reinforcing what we knew all along
nationalism be damned
he knows she knows what’s best for the nation
lines divide
lines collide
lines redefine
lines split africa to and fro
railroad track made from negro skin and bone
the same man who tried to end the black nation
the same ones who claim democracy the revelation
the ones who are the goodest and everyone evil
the ones who’s the civilized no one else equal
lines divide
lines collide
lines redefine
lines decide
who’s legal, who’s passable
who’s feeble and laughable
they choose the civil to uncivil
the discrepancy between a patriot and a deviant
the difference between the aggressive and the lenient
round em up and cage should they be disobedient
lines divide
lines collide
lines redefine
lines decide
lines tell lies
we’re the good guys, the allies
you the terrorists, the bad guys
we the oppressed, look at the children’s cries
while the other side has loss 10 times the size
fed them propaganda, fed them lies
while countries watch from front row seats and do nothing to subsidize or minimize the tragedy
rulers of our nation who are half asleep
insulate to the terror, loiters to the accident
lines make us forget humanity
lines make us forget our sanity
lines make us feel vanity
for foolish things
lines
copyright 2024 © micah hill