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Written in Tucson, Arizona…yesterday. September 21st, 2013.

Nebula – by hakim bellamy*  In the middle of a high school parking lot  in the middle of the day  in the middle of Arizona  they stand  pointing at the sky  like it stole something  like a vending machine  that is a quarter klepto  and there they are  empty handed at the altar of it  pointing at a refund  getting nothing in return  so I ask them  what are you pointing at?  as the sound barrier  breaks their give-a-damn  into pieces and pity  they say, “stars”  and I say…  “Where?”  as I stand in the middle of a high school parking lot  in the middle of the day  in the middle of Arizona  and they say, “can’t you hear them?”  that star is called Apache  named for my ancestors, I think?  it means “enemy”  a name we’ve inherited  along with generations of this sky  on the brink of smoke and steel  then I say, “Well, what’s that star, then?”  and they reel them off  like rounds  Harrier,  B-52  F-15  and I point one hand at them  like they are lying  then put the other over my mouth  like I am too  “What’s that star?” I say  “We call it Blue Angel.” They say  F/A-18 Hornet  says Messier  my mouth behind my hand  is still open  wishing I could catch one of these fireflies  insulting planets and impersonating stars  take them out, trash-like  stop the sound of them circling us  like we are a pile of…  if these are their stars  I am terrified to see their gods  though the sky  is not the only thing above them  that they cannot reach  it is the bluest  every hair on their little heads  counted and crossed  wishing, God  wasn’t the armed, silent type  pointing their futures  towards the big vending machine in the sky  standing  in the middle of a high school parking lot  in the middle of the day  in the middle of Arizona  pointing at stars  that point back.  © Hakim Bellamy September 21, 2013

*You can hear me read this poem at http://hakimbe.bandcamp.com/track/nebula

Written in Tucson, Arizona…yesterday. September 21st, 2013.

Nebula – by hakim bellamy*

In the middle of a high school parking lot
in the middle of the day
in the middle of Arizona

they stand
pointing at the sky
like it stole something

like a vending machine
that is a quarter klepto
and there they are
empty handed at the altar of it

pointing at a refund
getting nothing in return

so I ask them
what are you pointing at?

as the sound barrier
breaks their give-a-damn
into pieces and pity
they say, “stars”

and I say…
“Where?”
as I stand in the middle of a high school parking lot
in the middle of the day
in the middle of Arizona

and they say, “can’t you hear them?”
that star is called Apache
named for my ancestors, I think?
it means “enemy”
a name we’ve inherited
along with generations of this sky
on the brink of smoke and steel

then I say, “Well, what’s that star, then?”

and they reel them off
like rounds

Harrier,
B-52 
F-15 

and I point one hand at them
like they are lying
then put the other over my mouth
like I am too

“What’s that star?” I say
“We call it Blue Angel.” They say

F/A-18 Hornet
says Messier

my mouth behind my hand
is still open
wishing I could catch one of these fireflies
insulting planets and impersonating stars
take them out, trash-like
stop the sound of them circling us
like we are a pile of…

if these are their stars
I am terrified to see their gods

though the sky
is not the only thing above them
that they cannot reach
it is the bluest

every hair on their little heads
counted and crossed
wishing, God
wasn’t the armed, silent type

pointing their futures
towards the big vending machine in the sky

standing
in the middle of a high school parking lot
in the middle of the day
in the middle of Arizona

pointing at stars
that point back.

© Hakim Bellamy September 21, 2013
*You can hear me read this poem at http://hakimbe.bandcamp.com/track/nebula

Stand: For Every Teacher I Ever Had or Hadn’t was written for and premiered at TEDxABQED on January 11th, 2013. I want to thank the great folks at TEDxABQ (& the badass team of volunteers), the African American Performing Arts Center, and every teacher that has set out to change world one child at a time. Find out how you can be part of TEDxABQED at http://tedxabq.com/education.html.

Listen to the audio of the poem here.

Written for TEDxABQED and premiered on Friday, January 11th, 2013. Look forward to the video of the entire day of talks at www.tedxabq.com, coming soon…

Stand – hakim bellamy

You stand

Somewhere between

Who they are

And what they could be

Not an obstacle

Quite the contrary

But they can’t tell

Their only hint

Is the way you stand

You appear ready to fight

And dammit if sometimes…

They do not know it is for them

You are hands down

While they are hands up

In front of you

You take their best shot

And every morrow

Come back for more

Please

You are the space between

The end of every question

And good manners

Between a demand

And a smile

Between please and thank you

Between boredom

And the bathroom

Between bathroom and sh…

‘tuff we let pass for education in this country

You stand between pass

And fail

Between pass

And learn

Between pass

And future

You stood between Dr. Maya Angelou

And her degree

Her traumatic muteness at 8

And her ability to speak at 13

Between Anne Sullivan

And Helen Keller’s ability to speak what she sees

You stand between every single student

And their “Story of Me”

Stood with Mary Duncan in Nashville, Tennessee

Between a 4th grade Oprah Winfrey

And THE Oprah

And in 1989 you stood on her show

As she said thank you

I thank you

For standing between the spike

And the punch bowl

Between the wallflower

And the wall

Between the two kids

Getting a little too Lambada on the dance floor

Between the black board

And the clean slate

Between a paycheck

And a living

Between social promotion

And social skills

Between high stakes testing

And a high stakes life

You stand

With a backpack

More camouflage

Than campus

Always at attention

Even in a room full of pupils that lack it

You are a frontline

Of lessonplans waving sayonara from flagpoles

At half mast

You are marching orders

That have accepted

to stand

Between our lil’ angels

And the gunmen who have come

To give them wings

Between neck

And bedroom closet

Between bully

And believer

You stand between a sensible work week

And beyond the call of duty

Between the drugs

And our children’s self-esteem

Between banned books

And burnt out

And sometimes…

Between the bar

And the weekend you desperately needed

Like two days ago, already!

You are a Monday through Friday

Stand in parent for ME

And for every moment you surrogate life

I am away on my knees

Begging for you

And my child

To succeed

For as long

As you’ve been on your feet for me

I will stand for you.

© Hakim Bellamy December 31st, 2012

Hakim Bellamy is a two-time Poetry Slam National Champion, and has been named “Best Poet” by both the Local iQ (Smart List 2010 & 2011) and the Alibi (Best of Burque 2010 & 2011). As an educator and performer, he is interested not only in the poetry lessons he teaches his students, but the lessons which Poetry has taught him.

In the spirit of ideas worth spreading, TEDx is a program of local, self-organized events that bring people together to share a TED-like experience. At a TEDx event, TEDTalks video and live speakers combine to spark deep discussion and connection in a small group. These local, self-organized events are branded TEDx, where x = independently organized TED event. The TED Conference provides general guidance for the TEDx program, but individual TEDx events are self-organized.* (*Subject to certain rules and regulations)

It’s odd. Every year on 9/11 I tend to be in the studio. Maybe it’s because we create to get over destruction. Coincidentally, this was a piece of the TEDxABQ Talk I did on Saturday. Production by Diles. On my album BE. Yesterday it was me and Camilo Quinones cooking a soon to be release track on relationships…get your radios ready.