Hidden Legacy
Hidden Legacy , a native of New York whose Puerto Rican roots and New York State of mind has been fused to create this blend of multicultural style has been transcending spoken word poetry into a diverse mainstream attraction. He began writing at the age of ten, stepping on stage for the first time in 2004 formerly with Long Islands own Conscious Lyrics, only to realize years later he would become one of the most prolific poets of his generation. "He’s an undiscovered gem whose words have depth and richness to it, challenging you to look beyond layers of apparent meaning." (Indiefeed Performance Poetry Station, 2007)
This dynamic poet hasn’t looked back since, gracing the college circuit performing at the University of Illinois, Columbia University, Wheaton College in MA, William Paterson University in NJ, Mesa State College in CO, Dowling College, NYIT, as well as claiming 1st place in the 2006 poet of the year competition for Suffolk Community College & in 2008 being invited to the College National team.
Superheroes
The only thing extraordinary about superheroes
Is how less ordinary we’ve become
Superhero
A fictional figure
Of Supernatural ability
Father
A man who has begotten a child
Fathers Anonymous
A character of realistic attributes
Who stores his troops
Unguarded
Unwarranted
Off the coasts of enchanting hills
Where spills are just half the experiment
The moans of your past still haunt your decisions
This is the place where
Passion is obliterated in the seconds of exhaustion
Once the sweat pauses
Jeans get put back on
Zippers reach the top
Buttons folded in slots
And the ever so glamorous goal at 10pm
Is now the 12am witness
Soon to be creator
Soon to be a God
That has yet to be summoned
left carrying superheroes
in wombs
Imagine men sitting in circles
Admitting their talent in procreation
Alongside their deficiencies in raising
The bar sits as high as we set it
Or as low as we perceive it
Salvation for the walkouts
The once in every five year phone calls
The doors that never seemed to knock
Are never fully guaranteed
Sometimes we need to be lead blindly
In territories where we can’t trace our tracks
Footprints only last till the rain clears it up
If only memories faded into that quick
I now stand in shoes
Others never tied
Applied in simple mathematics
Absence will be always be zero
But the product of nothing
Can still amount to something
Usher may have climbed mountains
But we
We learned to run through them
Prove them wrong
Make the adaptations to perfect this song
We can be Superheroes
Of the rarest kind
We can be
Fathers
Daddies
Dad
Pops
The Che Gueveras
The Fred Hamptons
The voice in Compton
That put a tennis racquet in Serena’s hand
That brought Ice Cube all the way from a boy in the hood
To state of the union
The guiding force that the boroughs rarely had
Where the hustlers and dealers
Once paved the path
Elementary school dreams were never Hollywood bound
So we turned to making money on the Ave
Like chickens with no heads
Our directions had no logic
the grass never felt green
and homes were usually over debted apartments
where the garbage matched the faces
of men who never parked there asses
Olympian potential
When it came to running out in the masses
It’s never easy to watch a woman break her back
Or doubt her self worth
And when I get questioned
Why I’m so sensitive
How come I put so much emphasis
On being exceptional in raising my kid
I want to tell them to taste the tears
Of every soul
Left abandoned
Every black man on the corner
Who uses Nigga as a term of endearment
Every Latino who encourages the stereotypes
By acting ignorant
Every mocha/ caramel/ white almond
Lady of the heavens
Who has to prance in her underwear just to pay for college
ask them not be so far sided
understand it’s also where we started
When only one set of hands lays down the bricks
For a foundation two was suppose to promise
And the arrival of what should be an immaculate addition
Becomes forgotten
How many Superheroes will be walking blindly
Here we have no capes
No magic powers to escape
No Supernatural abilities
Or all the luxuries that make us uniquely distinct
every time we blink
Another child is made
And every time we blink another child is born
And every time you think about taking your jeans off
Better understand the responsibility
When the jeans go back on
Because even Superheroes have their limitations
And the longer we fall victim to the same limitations
Of our predecessors
we stand stagnant
rooted in the deepest pain imaginable
Where we have ability to make angels
but desecrate their wings
Where once lied halos
Now lies question marks
X hits the spot
How many generations
Till it finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
Stops!
After all these years X still hits the spot
So when my daughter asks for a superhero
She won’t have to look far to see
That I have always been
And will always be
Right by her side
The only thing extraordinary about superheroes
Is how less ordinary we’ve become
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