I Use to Fall Down: 50 + 25 + 25 Selected Poems: 50 + 25 + 25 Selected Poems
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The original chap book was a labor of love, having comprised many of the pieces which appeared in the book during the Amadou Diallo trial of four New York City police officers charged with this young unarmed African males murder. The murder was senseless, but the trial was a travesty of justice, a mockery of both the justice system in America (and specifically how it relates to people of color) and Black people in general (and very specifically to black men in particular). The trial was to put Amadou (ergo black people/black men) on trial and to make whites see that black people are just guilty, guilty of being the wrong color. So, I had written one, and sometimes more than one, poem per day during the duration of the trial, which began at the end of January and primarily took place during February. What is sort of ironic, and lends credence to my position about racism in this country, is that Amadou was shot and killed in the month of February, which is Black History Month, and his trial was conducted and ended in the month of February, again, Black History Month. Amadou was found guilty and his murderers went free, innocent of all charges. Tragic, but this oftentimes is justice for blacks in America.
In addition to writing all those poems during Black History Month, about the trial (and I had been working nearly two doors down from the very courthouse at the time), I hit on the idea of putting a few of the trial poems and others that I had written into a chap book that I would sell locally, but the chap book would primarily be for me, something to have in my personal library, a monument to Amadou (and others), a testament for Black America. I worked on a computer at the local public library, drafting each page and getting my printouts from the reference desk librarians. After doing all that work, the manuscript was ready to be printed into book format by a local Kinkos. Amazingly, once I actually had a few books in my hand, one of the very librarians who had been working at the times I was in and had helped with getting my printed pages for me, offered to buy a few copies of this very chapbook, putting one in the local archives and about three in general circulation. The library even hosted a reading for me.
I am very proud of the chap book (and I had done about three others prior to this one), which has gone through several versions of both the cover and the very style of the book, and this is why Im making it available again for readers. A few of the poems would later in appear in Letters to Osama, my first major publication of my work, which I am also very proud of. This new version of I Use to Fall Down now has a new and exciting cover design, twenty-five poems from Letters to Osama, and some new poems about everything from deaths of celebrities to politics and wars. There is humor, sadness, revenge-writing, and plain anger at people, places, and things. Being misanthropic is just not easy.
I hope that readers will both come away from my work having learned something and enjoyed the way I attempted to present the message.
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I Use to Fall Down - D. Alexander Holiday
I USE TO FALL DOWN
50 + 25 + 25 Selected Poems
D. Alexander Holiday
Copyright © 2005 by D. Alexander Holiday.
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Contents
PREFACE
I USE TO FALL DOWN
IL WALAD
SOMEHOW, MAMA KNEW
SMOKEY ROOMS
I SAW YOU SMILE
POEM TO ASSATA SHAKUR
MY BROTHER MAKES ME REMEMBER
SORRY TO HAVE STOPPED AND SAID HELLO
JAZZ MAN
COP KILLERS
NOT AT HOME
THE WANT OF YOU
SILENT VOICES
POEM FOR THAT LADY IN MOZAMBIQUE
WANNABE
CLOSET CASE
JURY SELECTION
LONELY
SHE DIDN’T KNOW
WASHERWOMAN BLUES
I DON’T WISH TO RETURN TO WORK
STOP LAUGHING AT ME
OOH
NO ONE WANTS THAT MOTHERFUCKER
THE LADY IN THE HARBOR
WHAT DAD MIGHT HAVE SAID
I WILL NOT STAND HERE
ELIAN, I AM ASKING YOU TO GO BACK HOME
WHY DID I DO THAT
THIS POEM IS NOT ABOUT YOU
JASAN
DELIVER THEM FROM EVIL
BROKEN KALEIDOSCOPE
MOTHER, WHERE AM I
CASE DISMISSED
YOU SURE HAVE CHANGED YOUR TUNE
RUN, GRADY, RUN
DID YOUR MIND BREAK DOWN, TOO MAMA
TAKE OFF YOUR SKIN
A BLACK MAN SPEAKS OF INJUSTICE
OPENING REMARKS
THE JUDGE CHARGES THE JURY
HE SAID/HE SAID
REST IN PEACE
DON’T YOU DARE
SISTER ROSIE
THE LITTLE HOSTAGE
WHEN THE COPS DRIVE BY
ODE FOR THE STONE THROWERS
FROM LETTERS TO OSAMA: OLD ABD NEW MUSINGS
ON FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC TERRORISM …
AND OTHETR MATTERS
LETTER TO SADDAM HUSSEIN
DADDY WAS A LIAR
GOODBYE
HOW’S YOUR INVASION GOING
MAMA HAS BEEN WEEPING
WHITE TRASH
NO REPLY AT ALL
WHAT MOM MIGHT HAVE BEEN THINKING
SUNDAY 1-28-90
THE PRESIDENT AND HIS FORKED TONGUE
WHAT THE DEAF MAN HEARD
THE MAKE BELIEVE COLORED MAN
MOURNING SONG
LETTER TO PALESTINE
ANOTHER FEBRUARY DEATH
‘O MY PEOPLE’
WHAT THE BLIND MAN SAW
ENDGAME
THE WANDERING
WE KNEW BEFORE OUR KNOWING
LETTER TO KOFI ANNAN AND THE UNITED NATIONS
DADDY’S EYES
TO THE DIPLOMATS
MOTHER TO SON
FATHER TO DAUGHTER
THE MAN IN THE MOUNTAINS
NEW POEMS
DEATH BY FIRE
JEWISH NAZIS
THE BONES OF MR. JONES
OLD SAD SOUR BITTER BITCH
THERE’LL BE SUCH A CELEBRATION!
LETTER TO YASSAR ARAFAT
THE SCARS
BEST VILLAGE IDIOT
A CAUCUS OF BLACK WOMEN
THE HAMSTER CHRONICLES
LETTER TO M. NIGHT SHAYAMALAN
CLOWN ACT
WHEN BLACK PEOPLE GO DANCING
VOODOO DANCE
FINAL CURTAIN
ODE FOR THE LOSERS
LETTER FROM THE FRONTLINES
WRITING A POEM
TSUNAMI
MY MOTHER TOLD ME… ,
EVEN AA WON’T HAVE HER
ABU GHRAIB VS NBA
WHISPERS
GOING BACK TO NÜRNBERG
THANK YOU
ENDNOTES
DEDICATION
As was the case with the original version of this book(minus the additional poems), this one is, still, dedicated to Thomas Tommy
Angelo, who has been better than any brother. Thank you.
Oh, all right. This is dedicated, also, to Curtis. Four legged friends are welcomed, too. Meow.
PREFACE
With this re-release of I Use To Fall Down, which was no more than a chap book which I had produced entirely on my own(except for the printing which was handled by a local Kinkos), I am having my publisher, Xlibris, produce the book in hardcover and paperback formats. The original version only had fifty (50) poems, laid out here from the original, and I am offering an additional fifty pieces for this new release, twenty-five taken from Letters to Osama: Old and New Musings on Foreign and Domestic Terrorism . . . and Other Matters(which has eighty-four pieces in total) and an additional twenty-five (25)new poems/pieces.
Readers will be exposed to both old and new pieces, depending on which book they were exposed to earlier, and the new poems will, hopefully, be eye catching, as well, to everyone. I won’t attempt to explain away any of the poems/pieces. All people have to know is simply this: If you attempted to hurt me, or others, usually by demonstrating some act of racism, you most likely wound up in a poem/piece or two. It really is just that simple. Moreover, people often inquire of us writers, once they know that we are, in fact, writers, . . . are you writing about this place… , am I going to be a character in your book… ?
Usually the ones that are asking such a question are usually people I’m not in any way interested in writing about, so the answer is usually, no, you’re not. The ones that do go on to become characters for a piece are usually the typical assholes and it works to a greater advantage not to mention to them that they will appear in a poem, etc. I usually just sit quietly and say little while they’re writing me up
(hey, how come they get to write about me, but I can’t write about them?), as an example. I usually just let them think that they’ve pulled a fast one on me, all the while I’m listening to what’s said, making a mental note on the doings and the sayings, then I go back to paper or a computer and I transcribe events. For example, kindly look at Old Sad Sour Bitter Bitch,
Even AA Won’t Have Her,
Clown Act,
and Thank You,
and you will see me at my best/worst in my revenge frame of mind. In short, certain people f#*ked with me, I f#*ked them back. They told me to stop writing, blah, blah, blah, and, now, look what they’ve made me go and do. Not only did I publish the very thing I was told not to write, but a poem or two even came out of it as well. This is my quid pro quo, something for something, this for that, a kind of tit-for-tat, if you will. I don’t really like profanity in poetry, but sometimes it aids in getting the angst out. Short of storming into an asshole supervisor’s office and cussing up a fever, or blowing somebody’s damn brains out, I prefer to calmly sit at a computer and draft a narrative of what transpired, what provoked me into writing what I felt compelled to write. And, if you mess with me during Black History Month, that’s the month of February for those of you that pretend not to know (What?! Christmas is December. Black History Month is February, what’s not to know), well that’s just worse for you. You’d be better off walking on the other side of the street during this period. One needs to find a constructive way of getting the s#%t off of one’s chest. This is what I do. This works for me.
While working on the material for this book, a lot of things transpired. Whew, let’s see. Lots of deaths. Shirley Chisholm, Rodney Dangerfield, Johnny Carson, Yassar Arafat, Ray Charles(Congrats to Jamie Foxx for winning the Oscar for best actor in Ray), Ossie Davis, and if these passings weren’t enough a whole tsunami takes over 150,000 lives in one complete motion. The political landscape remained the same and the Nazis remained in office. No surprise there(and, no, I didn’t vote). Kerry or Edward’s Campaign sent me a photo of the two of them smiling and holding hands or waving and I’m sending it back with a cover note(see poem). The immoral war in Iraq continues to be a hot topic, and whereas I hadn’t written anything about Rice, previously, she does figure into a piece or two among the newer pieces.
I don’t know what the planet is going to look like over the next few years, but one thing is certain, we are not safer following the invasions of Afghanistan and Iraq. The propaganda sprouting from the mouths of Rumsfeld, Rice, Powell, Bush, Cheney, and Blair is on a par with that which had come from Hitler, Himmler, Hess, Goebbels, Eichmann, Mengele, Goering and the other Nazis. Different period in time, same regimes.
Whatever. If you can’t love one another, at least try to love yourself.
Try to stay safe, everyone.
I Use To Fall Down
And if your friend does evil to you, say to him,
‘I forgive you for what you did to me, but how
can I forgive you for what you did to yourself.’
Frederick Nietzsche
IL WALAD
For the children of the Sudan and Somalia
Walking,
here you come
walking
walking in groups of
ten,
a hundred,
thousands,
ten thousand
some of you
are walking on
two legs, no thicker than a man’s finger
or one leg supported by branches
others are carried
or ride piggybacked
here you come
as young as eight
as old as twenty-something
with two outstretched hands
or single-handed, the other one left behind in a civil war
you are coming
finding no durra or mukheit on
this far trek
trying to flee from
the sharia
the Haddendawa
the Taposa
this Muslim-Christian war
and you don’t understand
why
Sadiq al-Madi or Omar Hassan El-Bashir
won’t feed you
clothe you
shelter you and
why
you must pick up arms
at eight
you are Dinka
you are Nuer
traveling through
the deserts
sifting through
dust and sand
for a grain of corn
or something to keep many of
you alive
for one more day
as you make this journey
through Abyei, el Meiram, Bahr El Ghazel(near Raga)
can you try to cross
the upper Nile, without drowning
the White Nile
or the Akobo River
coming through Equatoria, Muglad, Rumraadt,
meeting others in
Khartoum
Juba
Wau
Aweil
Fungido and Itang in Ethiopia
Malakal
Yirol
you will meet many others
coming from
Pinyudo, in Ethiopia
and the chain
continues to be linked
through Kongor and Ponchala, Akon, Babanusa,
Kosti(on the White Nile), Ler,
Safaha, Lokichokio, Yei, Narus,
Pibor, Kapoeta, Abu Hamed, Dongola, Asmara, Shendi,
Wad Medani, El Obeid, El Fasher, Kafia Kingi, Kodok,
Jebelein, Darfur, Kordofan, Torit, Ngangala, Bor,
Magwe, Atbara, Wadi Halfa,
Port Sudan, Omdurman
and you are caught in the
crossfire
between the Arab north
and the black south
but you
keep
walking
hoping to find
Bishop Taban Paride
who has also
walked
forty-five miles or more
and don’t concern
yourselves that
the world is