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I’m Afraid Of Being Black In America!!!

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For the first time in my life, I’m afraid to be Black…
…everything about who I am is under fierce attack.

I’m worried that my Mother will have to see me in a Casket…
…body mutilated like Emmett Till: a tragedy that’s so drastic.

I’m afraid that one day I’ll be blown away…
…by a Police-Officer’s Gun and at any day.

I’m apprehensive that I’ll just be another Black-Man killed in the Streets…
…and that my murderers will get away with it, and continue walkin da Beats.

It’s more likely that I’ll be killed by Cops than by ISIS…
…we live in a World where we just want to deny this.

Everyone wants to pretend that equality is here…
…tell that to Black-Men who live in constant fear.

Whether we’re Gangster or Corporate, it don’t matter…
…cooperating makes Police draw their weapons faster.

Why must Society make Others feel…
…that I do nothing but rob and steal?

Why are the Police trained to automatically view me as a Criminal?
The Racism of the 60’s resurfaced from its historical subliminal.

What are we supposed to do; how do we fight back?
The load is too heavy: I feel that I’m about to snap.

Gareth Bryant/2016

In Today’s Times:

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We’re cheating on our Wives…
…are comfortable telling lies…

…support the same Tyrants we despise…
…and when punished we act so surprised…

…we murder our Mothers & our Fathers…
…disgracing our Brothers & our Sisters…

…the air is filled with no sense of Care…
…this World seems to produce only despair…

…War is rampant, Cities are burning…
…all we want is to turn-up & go shopping…

Lives are lost, when will this carnage stop?!!!
We’re too busy watching Love&HipHop.

We’d rather focus on how much Designer has in Atlanta…
…then being concerned about Millions dying in Africa…

…we’d rather listen to Beyonce drink Lemonade & throw Shade…
…than think about People who haven’t eaten for days…

How is it that we care more about who’s winning Dancing With The Stars…
…instead of Victims of Global-Conflicts burdened by battle scars?!!!

You have Birdman complaining about his Respek…
…while People around the World praying for Death…

All that’s happening in our times are totally out of place…
…I seek protection from Allah’s Wrath before it’s too late.

Gareth Bryant/2016

I’m the Balanced-Scale

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The perfect combination of a Scholar & Street-Nigga…
…I bury my foes 6-feet under, without pulling a Trigger…

…Academics on Fleek…
…my ears to da Street…

…I could hit U like target-practice wit my 6-Shooter…
…but you’re not even worth my time I got 6-Shooters…

…Always in the Mosque…
…so my Soul is never lost…

…I’m just a simple Poet, and no I don’t do rap…
…got my corporate office, but I stay in da Trap…

…There’s Haters everywhere…
…using the Evil-Eye to stare…

…I hope Guidance keeps me controlled & centered…
…Knuckle-Game on-point, in case I ever gets tested…

…I’m never abandoned, because Allah’s always there…
…He keeps me safe from enemies and erasing my fear…

…I always strive for excellence and improvement…
…never a Follower I’m leading my own movement.

Gareth Bryant/2016

The Day I Became A Coward:

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Author’s-Note:
“And, don’t allow your hatred against any People prevent you from being Just.”
(Noble-Qur’an: Chpt.5, V.8)

This is a true-story, of when I had a very gruesomely hostile argument with my Mother, over Religion. I was still fairly a New-Muslim at the time, and she was vehemently against me being a Muslim in the 1st-place. So, because of her blatant Islamophobia, I began to develop a very toxic hatred in my heart against her. I was very enthusiastic concerning my reversion to Islam: it was (and still is) such a liberating experience. However, unfortunately, I had also made the grave mistake of using my newly-found Monotheistic-Faith as a justification to rebel against my Mother, which I did fairly often. I honestly don’t even remember what we had argued about in detail, nor do I remember how this argument started and/or which one of us started it. I have no recollection of how old I was at the time, nor the time, day, month, season, year; I can’t recall what I had worn that day, or what I ate: none of these details come to my mind. But, I do remember getting angry with my Mother, and I remember what I stated to her, which I’m too ashamed to say publicly. I can still see the pain in her face, as the tears began to roll down her face, flowing from her eyes, like river-streams from a snow-capped Mountain in the Springtime.

I can still envision the look of regret that she had on my face for giving birth to me, because of my vile tantrum of disrespect against her. I can still hear her heart breaking into unrecognizable pieces, because of the harshness of my words spewing from my reckless tongue. This is is the day my cowardice was truly exposed. I had displayed such unforgivable rudeness towards the Woman who birthed me, that had Allah decided to strike me dead, as a punishment, it would’ve been what I deserved. I didn’t even know how to apologize: it was like Allah had decided that my prior insults were so despicable, that I wasn’t even worthy of speaking again. It felt like my tongue was paralyzed & being prevented via Allah’s Divine-Discretion, from even being able to say sorry for what I had said. Now, there I was, a Young-Punk, thinking that I’m a “Tough-Guy”, making my Mother cry, using the same voice that would cry-out to her when I wanted/needed her for love & attention, to cause her pain. I felt so low that day. After our argument, self-witnessing the anguish which I had inflicted upon her started to make me reflect as to whether or not I was even worthy of being a Muslim.

That’s how deeply this event had affected me. And, even to the point when there were times after this that I had wished that I had died, because of the shame I bore: the pain of dealing with the consequences of what I had done felt like I was being destroyed from within. Ironically, many years afterwards, my Mother sent me a text-message, telling me how proud of me she is of the Man that I’ve become. This text made feel feel that my entire existence, prior to that point was useless. I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t remember this argument her & I had. But, I’ve never forgotten it, nor will I allow myself to forget it. That episode in my life is one thing, amongst so many others, which I’ll continually use to keep me humble, as well as humbled. I had actually been thinking a lot about the Verse of the Qur’an that I mentioned earlier, and the more I had thought about it, the more things that I had done, People that I had offended out of hatred began to surface from my subconscious. And, then, this incident between my Mother & I resurfaced within me, and it took me to a place of reflection that I didn’t want to be taken, but it was a necessary place to be.

Particularly, and especially as Muslims: it doesn’t matter who opposes your Islam, it gives us no right to treat them unjustly. All Human beings have the right to be treated fairly. And, those who have the greatest rights over us are our Parents. And, the Parent who has the most rights over us are our Mothers.(an-Nawawi) Our jobs as Children are to care for our Parents, in the same ways which they’ve cared for us when we were young & helpless.(Noble-Qur’an: Chpt.17, V.24) And, for a long time, I had done the exact opposite of caring for my Mother, spending more time causing her grief as opposed to joy. When I began to comes to terms about the wrongs against my own Mother, I started to reflect upon how my Mother would always tell my siblings & I growing-up, that our Father always wanted us & told us to listen to our Mother. My Father was my hero growing-up. So, when he died when I was very young, I was only left with memories of him & from what others including my Mother had told me about him.

I started to think about how could I possibly face my Father, knowing what I had done against my own Mother. Then, an even greater fear encompassed me: how am I going to face Allah: the Creator/Lord of the Universe & answer to Him on the Day of Standing for the wrongs that I’ve done against my own Mother? It’s popularly said that “The Wise-Man is he who learns from the Errors of Others.”. So, be wise & learn from my Errors: don’t make your Mothers cry…don’t be Cowards.

Gareth Bryant/2015

The Stillness of Loneliness:

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Pitch black, quiet…nothing moves, it’s silent.
Darkness covers the Sky as I tread defiant.

I once was beloved, now I am so hated.
At one time victorious, now so defeated.

Loneliness fills all of my mind with agony.
Still as a stagnant River frozen by apathy.

Around many, yet distant from all.
None to feel my pain, hear my call.

Looking for closeness with anyone.
What a test for me, to be so alone.

Oftentimes, I feel dead, yearning for the free-flow of Life.
No worries about foes or dangers, not even fears of strife.

Alas, the irony is that there’s a morbid comfort in Obscurity.
It sometimes protects us from self-torture & offers security.
Gareth Bryant/2015

Recycled-Remission

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I tell myself each day I breathe, “Fall back this is wack!!!”:
Stop living in the Past, you gotta just stop treading back.
Why continue to love one who don’t even love you back?

I keep reminding myself, “Just chill, and stay Trill”:
When Others are Fake, you just have to stay Real.
Don’t kill yourself pleasing People for their appeal.

However, I’m constantly pulled-back, into the grasp of Foolery.
I wanna be free of all negativity, but change is too new to me.
I wish my Heart thought like my Mind, to simply want Liberty.

People always want what they want outta you.
Once they’ve had their fill, you’re expendable.

It’s easy pretending to care for someone, when needing them.
After you’re where you wanna be, you then treat them terrible.

That’s just the way Life goes: back & forth between what feels good versus what’s good for us.
Constantly battling within, internally, deciding whether to do right or simply surrender to lust.

Sometimes the People we enjoy the most love us the least.
Just trying to keep us around, tied to that gold-plated leash.

But, just like their adornments, it’s only superficial.
Dig deeper & you’ll see they’re truly bitter & brittle.

Gareth Bryant/2015

Ambitious Aspirations

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Shirley Bishop

Shirley Bishop, a very talented writer, in my opinion, has decided that she will embark upon her own writing project, a poetry book. I was very interested in getting to know more about her project, what inspired her to do so & what she hopes to make of it. Here’s her, in her own words, concerning her drive to become a literary-artist:

Poetry to me is the language of the soul! It can discreetly reveal my deepest secrets, it can make some of my harsh and raw feelings sound so eloquent to others. Poetry doesn’t pacify my curiosity, it embraces it! The beauty of poetry is similar to someone’s smile . A person’s smile can mean so many things, joy, strength, nervousness and fear yet it puts its audience at ease. I realized that poetry was my choice of expression when I was about 11 years old. I come from a family that has immense talent (musically), to where I’ve been influenced by significantly. I’ve always been drawn to words, studied the dictionary for personal enjoyment, since I was 3 and I loved the concept of rhyming. I was so fascinated to see how much power words carry, in terms of affecting a person’s mood: this alone became my addiction to word play! I started writing poetry in junior high school. I’ve written between junior high school and high school 4 books worth of poetry. But, sadly my books have all been damaged beyond repair.

With my new poetry project in the making, I hope to accomplish bringing enlightenment to the public, to see beyond the (typical) stereotypical styles of poetry: poetry is not “boring”, it’s not “roses are red etc” and it does not necessarily reflect thoughts of “loneliness”, “sadness”, “grief” or “despair”. It is not a tool to highlight “bad times”, “regretful moments”, or “negative experiences”; but, rather a versatile form of expression, creativity and eloquence: demonstrating how we all can relate to one another, as human beings. I am excited to infuse my favorite genres of music (dancehall, 90s hip hop/r&b) into my poetry: to give my words some edge, give my readers entertainment that doesn’t need to always be in a form of a “status update”. This book is very important to me because it expresses some of my very personal experiences, it shows my creativity of people’s stories that I wrote which can be related to all, and it speaks on the topic that holds a strong hold to many of us…being judged! This book is my chance to show the world what keeps me smiling, at peace, confident, and full of life: poetry!

If my words can bring encouragement to others to deal with hard situations , empower men and women to both know their worth and reinforce people to put their all into their passions in life , then my mission is accomplished. The effects that I would like my book to have on readers are strength, comfort to know I relate to them, self-love, and most importantly a mental escape. So many times to me it seems like many try and compete with how clever or “deep” they can post a “quote” on social media, which to me are empty words. Empty words I say b/c many do so without knowing the authenticity of the quote or perhaps it’s meaning let alone how can you realistically  apply that quote to your daily life. With my book, it’s pretty straightforward, we all been thru things most won’t dare to speak, and if you keep looking for answers to all of life’s ups and down, when will u take a moment to actually just live life. Nowadays, with immense popularity of social media and increasing expansions of technology and it’s gadgets, most don’t take that old fashioned approach to escaping mentally which is reading a damned good book! I hope my book can bring that groove back of a simple getaway of the harshness reality do bring.

I would say 10% of the book’s content is from my personal experiences, will I tell you which ones? Nope lol gotta keep the suspense going! The remaining 90% content consist of experiences told to me, observed and moments I wished I had in real life. I strongly believe my work will be well received simply b/c it’s raw in feelings of myself and others. I would like my work to define myself as poet with a neo soul attitude, a jazz of feelings of expression and a reader’s jones for more and more til I can’t write no more ! I would like my work to be respected, enjoyed and even used to uplift others. I do see myself going far with writing as it is my sincerest of talents and a form of art I absolutely love to create! I am hopeful to write a collection of poetry and possibly entertain the thought of expanding my work to film. No matter how small or big of the success that my project will receive, my humility will be in tact and to make a difference in someone’s life for the better is my true aim.

Shirley Bishop/2015

For more info. about Shirley Bishop & her Poetry-Book:

srollins1982@gmail.com

http://www.facebook.com/sbishop82

Mister Mildor’s “Wrong Place,Right Time” Photo-Exhibition

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Mister Mildor to Exhibit his Art in a Solo Photo exhibition Show on August 1st, 2015

Alan Mildor
www.mistermildor.com
246 Union Avenue
Brooklyn, New York, 11211
Mobile Phone: 347-721-8760

The Glass House Art Life Lab gallery announces Mister Mildor’s first solo street photography exhibition “Wrong Place,Right Time.” On view August 1st, 2015 this exhibition features 20 photo based works of art that is a compelling glimpse into Mister Mildor’s reality. Controlling what some may say is Urban Disorder in New York City with his photographic techniques, this exhibit will provide a colorful and dynamic view of the people and places that makes New York City’s heartbeat.

Mister Mildor love for his local environment is evident in his work. Mister Mildor confessed “I love photography and videography because it doesn’t only give me the ability to freeze time but it allows people to appreciate the moments in their life, no matter if it’s despairing or delightful. There is always a right time to capture life, even in the darkest of places.”  Mister Mildor has captured life from all boroughs and will continue to capture love, pain, freedom, and all the things associate with living the life of a city dweller. Mister Mildor is beginning to have a constant presence through his art and is starting to shine through photographies meteoric rise into popular culture.

Alan Mildor aka Mister Mildor, is a Brooklyn based photographer and videographer. Alan’s artistry has been commissioned by some of the world’s largest brands and musicians. Mildor’s visual art has been published on Complex Magazine, 2 Dope Boyz, and Rap Radar. He has provided all the visual campaigns for Alife, Hood By Air, Dj Venus, Tisa, Brian Wood, Rich Weirdo Clothing, and for Touro College. Mildor Also created branded video for Clubhouse Barbershop, Vinnies Styles, and Vulkan The Krusader.

About The Glass House Art Life Lab
Glass House is an art-life lab founded by artist Lital Dotan & Eyal Perry, dedicated to hosting artistic practices based on performance, participation and time based art in the domestic sphere, under the motto that  “Art Should Be Experienced in a Place that Allows Staying.” Since it’s relocation to Southside Williamsburg in September 2012, Glass House host performances, screenings, exhibitions, workshops and a residency program all dedicated to promote hosting as artistic discourse.

General Information
Mister Mildor Presents “Wrong Place, Right Time”
Where: The Glass House Art Life Lab
Address: 246 Union Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11211
(Between Scholes and Meserole)

Nearest Subway: L (Lorimer), G (Broadway), M & J (Hewes)

contact@glasshouseproject.org

www.mistermildor.com

America’s Dad falls from Grace

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Bill Cosby…the Man dubbed “America’s-Dad”, has been found to be setting very negative examples for his American-Children: the American-People-those who’ve watched his many shows, such as “The Electric Company”, “I Spy”, “The Cosby Show”, etc. From the late 1960’s to the present, Bill Cosby had been lauded as one of the most ideal role-models for African-Americans, Young-People, on TV. He had successfully managed to star in and also produce some of the most popular shows in Entertainment, portraying African-Americans in the most positive of lights. This had been very useful in the eyes of so many as to breakdown racial-stereotypes against African-Americans, through showing that we also have similar family-values, work-ethics, educational-merits as any other American demographics.

However, it seems as though all of his work has just gone down the drain in light of his admittance of providing sedative drugs to Women he wanted to have sex with & ironically many Women have already accused him of Sexual-Misconduct, Rape, etc. This has truly been a blow to America, more particularly to the African-American Community. This is especially true because at one point in time, there were very few positively portrayed Afro-Americans to aspire to be like, other than the characters on shows which were produced by Bill Cosby. It’s like he both made & broke the progress of the African-American, in both real-life as well as in Entertainment. He has basically destroyed the exact same thing that he helped to build.

And, of course, like so many People, I myself was very skeptical of the Sexual-Abuse allegations against Cosby, and the following questions kept flowing through my mind: why now, that he’s such an elderly Person: why now, while he had once been one of the most respected entertainers in Entertainment-History; why now, when all of the accusers were all grown-ups? Honestly, what really had me mistrust these allegations was the allegations made against him, when Judith Huth had accused Cosby of Sexually-Abusing her at Hugh Hefner’s infamous Playboy-Mansion, while she was a 15 year-old: what the Hell was she doing at the Playboy-Mansion  as a 15 year-old, where were her Parents, why weren’t they sited for Parental-Neglect, why hasn’t Hugh Hefner himself been scrutinized and/or charged with facilitating Sexual-Abuse of Minors at his home?

However, in his own deposition, he had admitted to giving Women the drug Quaalude. This admission has basically sealed his fate, and has made it even easier for his accusers & critics to have ammunition against him. Now that he has admitted to at least one of the allegations against him, the floodgates have been busted open & he has no ability to run away from the responsibility of his actions. Now, where does he go from here? Where do his loved-ones, fans, admirers, go from here? Where do his accusers go from here? Where does America go from here? I really don’t have any answers. But, what I do know is that this has become a national-tragedy.

Gareth Bryant/2015

Deception is a 2-Way Street:

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You say I’m unfaithful, but look at you…
…you’ve had another Man in our home.

How can I trust you to keep what we share sacred…
…if you’re with another behind closed-doors, alone?

You have accused me of lying, and not being transparent…
…but, your dishonesty has been even more than evident.

You stated that I’ve been communicating with someone behind your back, while you’ve done the same…
…how dare you then pontificate integrity to me, when you’ve committed the same crime of utter shame?

It’s hypocritical, utterly despicable, how you’ve tried to paint me as the Bad-Guy…
…you think that it’s okay to play this game, just because I was the first one to lie.

Now, I’m the first to commit my own wrong…
…yet, I’ll never allow myself to be slandered.

You have no justification to view me as anything less than a Man…
…you’ve done everything to have me see myself a callous Bastard.

Why did you lie, about the Man in the shadows of your Heart?
Why have you now allowed him to step-in and to tear us apart?

Gareth Bryant/2015