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Artist. Writer. Independent Thinker.

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“Lion King” by ChaVi : 36″ x 24″ Acrylic on Canvas

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Have you been Kissed by Sun? How was it?

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Earth Without Art...

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“Sankofa” original painting by ChaVi  28 x 22″ Acrylic on Canvas

“We must go back and reclaim our past so we can move forward”

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Art

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Just Us System

A justice system doesn’t exist

Just rich assisting rich

White collars, a red switch

And blue ties noosing glitches

Pitching powdered lines sniffed

There’re just instances

We’re sentenced for crimes

We never did commit

Legalized oppression

Suggesting we’re all just mis-fits

No justice exists

But just us

To just get

Further broken down

Then drown

While hoping they’ll acquit

Hoping We can appeal or get a slap on the wrist

But the slap on the face

And taste spit are more legit

Modern misconstrued skits

Constitutional hypocrites

Spewing their documents

Dominant when verdicts are split

Omitting proof of alibis

Providing orange outfits

Mama’s cries and eyes

Heard and well lit

Get with their program

Scheme, scam then slam the bars

Trust funds that cock guns

Black suits in black cars

Pale faces with black paint

Black stains, inked, disbarred

Black souls sink

Sucka negroes they discard

Hunt black heads for the reward

No justice

Just us attempting to survive by their accord

Man down

Hands down

Begging on all fours

In a system stroking boats

Trying to cope

With rotted oars

Slashed spines

Rotted minds

Clotted

With blotted pores

Their flag scores

We drag poor asking Sam for more

Minds of melons

From fetus to felon

Telling the world

We’re criminals

Media’s messages subliminal

They brainwash in intervals

No justice system

Just us to get them

To pardon Our ways

Modern day trickery

Attempting to keeping Us enslaved...

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“Power/Unity” a ChaVi original

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Happy Birthday, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. “I HAVE A DREAM” (ink on paper, 11x14 inches)

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Untitled

Scare tactics

To see how We react and

Scream

Confused beings

Wondering

Whether or not

They’re living AmeriKKKa’s dream

Spleens split

Screens bit by frost

Stained streets glossed

Red, Black & Green spit anger

Species endangered

Paying the cost

An uncompromised cross between

Black-ness

And back lash

A dose of reality

A savage blast from its past

Our present times

And true history clash

Salted ovals flow free

As cops drop innocent lives

In the image of You and Me

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Attack of the Clones

They call them clones

Chasing the superficial

Development postponed

Aimless and nameless

These copycat characters

Oxygen-free and shameless

Brains stained and maintained

In mainstream in its main lane

A bunch of mainframe madness

Clashing with their roots

Ankles accenting remnants of metal

Clicking their boots

 They call them clones

Living lavishly on loans

Existing check to check

Burying bones in their closets

Lies leaking like faucets

Seeking society’s respect

Trailing trends

In attempts to blend in with the rest

The party of “project X”

Hitting hot spots

Seeing dots

Scratching barcodes on their necks

Foreheads scanned

Another box checked

Another plot met by the deadline

Another headline making the news

Another duplicate paying dues

 The clones

The artificially enhanced

Silicones, shots, and paint

The synthetic thinkers

Reckless drinkers

Wrinkle-free identities and faint

See them clearly under constraint

Programmed

With short mind spans

Count to nine as they follow the blind

And become their greatest fans

They carelessly roam the globe

Affiliating with everything new

Spying, conniving and trying

To be the next thing closest to you...

ChaVi

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Addressing Ignorance

And they wonder why

I'm slick at the tongue

With a "gun cocked" reply

In response to their ignorance

THEIR falsified "truth"

Something encouraged 

Since youth

Though they

Can't

Help it

Rather foolish beings

This society respects 

And why would it not

As it was built from defects

And ig... nor... ance

From second glance beings

Meaning 

They may appear decent

Yet 

They're never what they seem

Just

As what

They inject

Into their empty souls and spirits

Ignorance is their disease

And they constantly

Reveal it...

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Soft lips

That've casually cruised across the likeness of mine

If explored

Once more

I wonder what they'd find

A place a mild face

Delightfully calls home

Or a dome decored by danger

Requesting a mound full of moans

A rapture roams

In suspense

Wondering if by chance

Soft lips

Will rest upon flesh and quench

A susceptible circumstance

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Thoughts...

And so…

I feel that my spirit is free

And it’s all about me

It’s all about my next move

And what I’ve promised to show and prove

It’s about my motives and intentions

And how I wish for no more than the best

It’s about releasing all of this warmth

That’s swelled within my chest

The challenges that have tested me

The blessings and skills

Meshed with me…

Life comes and goes

Wind speaks as it blows

Fire threatens to thaw or slay

To keep us on our toes

But I know this

Whether it’s a cry or kiss

All that I do is sincere

And each thought expressed

Is one adored and held dear

So for you to read or hear

The thoughts my mind so speaks

Are the things that I breathe

And my soul, in turn, leaks…

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Who Cares?

I see babies dying.

Mothers crying.

STD bugs multiplying.

School systems crashing.

Societies clashing.

Involuntary slavery, oppressors laughing.

Pimps and pushers of health care.

Authentic cops, rather rare.

SSN recipients bamboozled.

Trivial terrain.

Beware.

Political corruption.

Pleads closed to discussion.

A globe destroyed by man rotating in combustion...

And who cares?

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Baba Amiri Baraka. 

Peace be unto You...

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Baba Amiri

My heart has swelled

Hearing that he to whom my flow’s been compelled

Has now made his transition

His gifts and

Voice heightened me

His messages and their deliveries ignited me

Enlightened me

Flickering flames

Spoke his name

His wisdom rhyme

Tightened me

Attentive to his expressions

Enveloped with no questions

“Somebody Blew Up America”

And he revealed it with no exceptions

No rules

Or half-steppin’

He was my love at first sight

My triumph’s first fight

A muse to my write

Now his life

Says “Goodnight”…

                                                                                                     ChaVi...

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"Never allow your mind to become defenseless..."

Ray Hagin