And the Beat Don’T Stop

By Jabreel Morgan

And the Beat Dont Stop offers a searing portrait of life in the city, of hope, and of forward movement and redemption in versepowerful poetry that will touch your very soul. Author Jabreel Morgan inspires us to do whatever great or positive things we want to do. There is inherent beauty in language, and each poem in this collection has its own beat and vibration. From the raw emotion of Love, Your Son Chris to the inspiring achievements remembered in We Still Wear the Crown, Morgans words have power; they are words that can inspire transformations of the soul and the spirit.

Morgan feels that his words are God-given. The spoken word has a deep tradition of knowledge passed down from generation to generationhistory remembered in songs, stories, and poetry. This collection inspires readers to fulfill their dreams and desires and to learn to appreciate life and the people who surround us, including those spirits who have passed on and upon whose shoulders we now stand.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9781450291767

Jabreel Morgan

Jabreel Morgan was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. His art and writings are divinely inspired and document the legacy of a proud people. He has performed for Cleveland and New York libraries and has won poetry contests. He is currently writing a childrens book. Barry Huber has a diverse passion for photography, ranging from nature and wildlife to formal events to capturing lifes candid moments. Barry lives in New Jersey with his wife, Mercedes, and their dog, Megan. Visit him online photobyhuber.com.

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Contents

EPIGRAPH

PREFACE

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

WHAT IF I WAS A PROPHET

HISTORY

NATIONS WILL RISE!

OH AFRICA

RUNNING THROUGH THE BUSHES

BUFFALO SOLDIER

WHEN LIONS ROAR

WE INTEGRATED SPORTS

WE DANCED IN JUBILEE

GRANDMA SAW VISIONS IN HER DREAMS

WE STILL WEAR THE CROWN

BARRY CAMPBELL

LEST WE FORGET

IN YOUTH HE COULD DANCE

MANCHILD IN THE PROMISED LAND

MOMMA WAS A STRONG TREE

IN THE SIXTIES

A STRANGE LAND

AND THE BEAT DON’T STOP

INNER CITY

A CHILD’S DREAM

I WENT TO MY BROTHER

DAMN I BEEN SHOT!

GENIE MAC GENIE MAC

MAD RUSH

LOVE, YOUR SON CHRIS

ANOTHER BROTHER GOT SHOT

DOWN IN THE GHETTO

ON THE DIRTY SIDEWALK

IN THE WINTER

TELL ME WHY TELL ME WHY

TWO DOPE DEALERS DEAD

A SILLY RHYMING POEM

CONWAY

A RIOT

I’M AN ORPHAN

FATHER WAS A GOOD MAN

THICK LIP WEATHERED AND TORN

STILL WAITING FOR A CHANGE MAN

WHEN YOU’RE DOWN AND OUT

MOMMA DANCED

I’M SCRAMBLING

OUR LIVES WERE SO SWEET

I LOOK AROUND ME

BUSTED

BLACK COMEDIANS

SPIRITUAL

IT’S TIME FOR ALL MEN

MY SOUL IS A GIANT

WE SING

GOD’S CHILD

THE WOMAN

LET HER GET CLOSE

I FEEL SPIRITS

GLORY LIGHT

LIFE OF THE SOUL

WE SHINE

A SACRED PLACE

ONCE UPON A TIME

I HAD A BROTHER

BEFORE THE DAYLIGHT

A PRAYER EVERYDAY

RISE UP OUT OF THE ASHES

HEAL THE WOUND

EPIGRAPH

Come, walk along the shores of my mind, leave your impression in the sand…

Jabreel Morgan

PREFACE

Another baby was killed last night and the galaxies moan. I don’t think it was time for this young child to return to its heavenly home. The Bible says we are born and the angels weep, they rejoice when we die. I wrote this book after I’d asked God why there’s not a day that I don’t read about babies and people being raped, robbed or killed. I wrote this book because it’s suppose to be a blessing to have a life. Busta Rhymes said It ain’t safe no more and he’s right. It ain’t safe no more and we live in fear, we must take back our streets and protect our women, children and our homes and our communities. We must guide our children to the right paths in life. It’s our duty and responsibility to make our neighborhoods safe. I remember back in the day we listened to the prophets and poets’ words. There was magic in their words. Generations brought their children up by the word. Traditions were passed on and carried down, the words were the pillars of our lives and culture. Our culture was bathed in love, truth and respect. We honored our parents who worked hard to provide better lives for us, the coming generation. And now it ain’t safe no more. Our babies stopped living by the word, they lost their trust, they stopped living their dreams. So I wrote this book shouting to the world, hoping my echo vibrates through the galaxies, hoping that you hear, hoping that you read, hoping that you feel the magic, the power of spoken words. I started writing poetry when I was about seven years old. I wrote to music like Little Richard and James Brown and any other good music. There was always a joy in painting, writing and early on it became my weapon of choice. If it wasn’t for words and writing I would have been silent and invisible, nobody would have known I was there. So I took the words and I wrote about my friends and where I lived. I felt someone had to tell their story. I wanted to give a purpose to their lives even if that purpose was to show the stupidity of their actions. I was a man-child when I saw the pimps and hustlers, I saw women working on the corners. My brother, 2row, would come home with money and tell me