“If New Haven’s hip-hop community has a Renaissance man, it just might be Baub Bidon.”—
Jim Shelton, New Haven Register
Yes! I am finally sitting down to share with you an artist that I feel is keeping it real. Baub speaks to the times, he speaks from the heart. His pen is littered with truth. He holds nothing back and stands behind everything he writes. We have been sharing inspiration and poetry for more than a decade. There are people who come and go and then there are people who lift each other up. He is one of those people, one of those artists. His poetry sticks to my thoughts and keeps me engaged. I visit his page often for inspiration. He is mighty and strong, he uses the medium of poetry to bring wisdom, change and thought provoking messages to light.
Baub ( pronounced:Bawb ) Bidon is a Haitian/African American Poet, Actor, Writer, Playwright.
He writes to tell the stories often marinated from the ghettos, and jails throughout the United States. His poetry speaks of injustice and poverty. His hope is that his work uplifts and empowers those who are and have been victims of oppression.
Learn more: HERE
Jogging the Mind (6/30) 1986
In middle School,
Mr Neff, would have me read a dictionary
write the words, and definitions
as a way of punishment
eye would have to eat my lunch in class
in an empty room
while the other kids, would be in the cafeteria
eye could imagine some rapping,
and banging beats on table
but eye was alone
pounding, these webster pages
filling these legal sheets,
with words, eye didn’t care for
just wanted it to be over…
Father of,
translated into Arabic
is Abu
Prince defined
as Mumia
Put together, as…
Mumia Abu Jamal.
1986 marks, five years in prison
redesigned plantation
blamed for the crime, do the time
lose time, plant slavery in the mind
keep the body, close the blinds
the blind, don’t see injustice
nor read the fine print,
etched in the 13th amendment
my friend J-sun once said…
“slavery hasn’t been abolished,
it’s just been polished”
Cleaned up, like a Philly crime scene
scarecrows, hide behind smoke screens
communities gated
the privileged keeps their suburbs
closed, to black hope
hope done died, with Jessie’s rainbow
Knock on Al Sharpton’s door
where’s the marches,
and all that freedom talk
what has it done, since he lost weight
privatized prisons, pockets much fatter
subsidized households, holds an empty plate
empty platter promises.
talk that freedom in your mind, Mumia
put it on radio, like hip hop
like, don’t stop
like, a head bop
bang on that wall my brothah
jog your mind, till it grows feet
till it knows how to defeat
till it runs out of that cage
and onto the streets
jog your mind…
till it becomes free
Copyright © 2017 Baub Bidon
READ MORE POETRY: HERE
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Thanx for sharing me and my words Karen… and eye hope that maybe the right person with the keys to unleashing our political prisoners sees this. Much Love and Power, Queen ❤ ❤ 3
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luv and light always!!! K
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