DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Grant Me This Boon, New Year…

Welcome, New Year…
all filled with joy and cheer.
Blessed be, all whatever you believe.
What you sought in the season, will soon be received.
Every resolution made, becoming solid ties;
instead of false promises, excuses or lies.
Let us refrain from correcting others, lest we stand corrected.
Embrace love, leaving hatred and bias dejected.
Making all lives count, remember, black lives matter.
Do away with prejudice, racism shattered.
Come together as the human race;
judge all by character, not by the color of ones face.
Me personally, I pray to walk out from these obstructive doors;
so I may be able to live and travel like Dora the Explorer.
Last, I sue for perennial peace, praying that America will
leave and stay out of the Middle East.
Oh, and I pray our new President will start to act like he has some sense.
With that being said, let the New Year commence!

~ DeVyne Tha Messenjah

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Self-Inflicted

I can’t bear it anymore, I can’t… all the anger; all the crying.
All the despair, the hurt, the love… it all has me feeling like I am dyin’
I will not sit here and wonder if you ever loved me.
What I do know, is what I once felt for you, it was intense and deep.
Slowly I burn with frustration and hurt. Knowing I gave it my all
and it still didn’t work…
I needed, I wanted, I prayed and I hoped.
But you took my breath and inhaled it until it made me choke.
Your betrayal laid so heavily on my heart, tore my chest muscles apart.
So overwhelmed, I wanted to die; the scope too big for my life eye.
Thought we would grow old together, but you just faded me, oh how so clever.
Did I expect too much, not noticing our bond fade away?
Or was I in denial then, as I am today?
Answer me! Your silence pains me to my soul.
You think without you, I won’t be whole.
But I will, the decision has been made. My sun will always shine but will
never move in to your shade.
Since you won’t change for the better of us, leave you now I must.
I know that grin sadly, I must with a heavy heart insist.
We must part ways, we can no longer co-exist.
Please go your way and I will be sure to go mine but before you go, allow me to say this just one more time…
Never truly were you ever a Payne; D-Roc, one day, I hope you live up to the name.
Our accomplishments, dreams, goals; you will never destroy, and you ask why?
Thomas DeMont and DeLaune still adore me; me, myself and I…

~ DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Intervention Divine

It’s never a delight.
Dressed in white, day and night.
Draining my fire, extinguishing my desire, dragging me down to expire.
In a cesspool of spite with a barrel of strife never imagined so morose a life.
My day begun before the rising of the sun, sorrowful plenty, joy…none.
How can I take so much heartache, as I sleep or lay awake.
Stalked by my death, his minions death.
Squeezing my lungs, taking my breath…
Until I hear a voice, feel a powerful source saying “stay on course”.
Know I am there, no matter what you bear.
When you think no one else does, I will always care…

~ DeVyne tha Messenjah

Shame on you!!

Ha Ha Ha! Shame on you!!!This is too funny but still, shame on you!! 

McGraw Hill printed one of the most egregious passages I’ve read 

In the history of all my studies or education.

“The Atlantic slave trade between the 1500’s and 1800’s brought millions of workers

from Africa to the Southern United States to work on agricultural plantation”.

Shame on you!! Due to your ancestors actions, now you choose

To apologize, sympathize and ask for retractions.

You say a committee of parents, teachers, community leaders and

Administrators reviewed this book and no one was concerned or made

recommendations to correct the information.

Shame on you for not having a person with a soul for the public review.

Because if there was, that person would have screamed at least one time or maybe a few.

If a 15 year old has the social awareness to teach his mother, any person with common

Sense should’ve known this information was offensive to people of color.

Then you have the nerve to say “we do the best we can”, that may be good

Enough if you are white but it’s not good enough for the black man.

Distorting history won’t change the facts or the shame.

We were not immigrants or hired workers but hostages and slaves in name.

Immigrants come on their own accord and free will.

Our ride was free but forced; a high price paid, many died and many killed.

We never got paid or got to pick any employer on these “agricultural plantations”.

We built this land with sweat and blood without any payments or reparations.

Shame on you , McGraw Hill, for not telling what matters.

Shame on you for trying to put slavery under immigration patterns.

This black and white thing between us forever has been harsh.

But substituting immigrants for slaves is truly a farce.

It is what it is, don’t twist it…let it be.

Shame on you for not telling the truth, setting us free…

 ~DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Dear Katie…

Know that I am not trying to start an uproar or rising. I’m sorry if you think I have an undercurrent or my tone sounds surprising. Understand, I am outspoken…didn’t mean to offend. I get upset and overwrought about things that won’t mend. Personally, it’s hard to overlook these understated oversights, while I uphold what I believe and know without being uptight. Katie, this racial thing overall is harsh. This outbreak of blacks being shot by white cops is turning equality into a farce.
I thought we were overcoming being outcast; undertaking a new beginning. Upon farther review, outcomes are still the same; even our marching and singing. So if I turn your blue skies gray, leaving an overcast on your overview. I apologize, sometimes I get overly excited but what I am saying is overdue.
Forgive me if I get outlandish, go overboard or if I seem to over reach. All I want to do is uplift, upraise and teach. The upper-class and underclass needs to know that upward mobility is a must. Once we undergo transformation, we will upend hatred and learn trust. Love each other; never underline one by their race. Letting character outweigh skin color, eyes, nose, hair or any face. I am not looking for upheaval. I’m upfront and upright; believe me, I am not an underground or undercover racist. I’m just sensitive to our plight.
An overdose of social affection would be outstanding and help the public. An upswing of understanding would stop overkill of this subject. I try to give every one a fair shake before I overreact or show outrage in my writing. I check the facts. Apparently you read my work from the outset. Being factitious or fictitious, I think, would lose your respect. Being direct got me up, over, under and out to you without being politically correct. I’m sorry, but racism is reality but it’s something I am not willing to accept.

Sincerely yours,
DeVyne The Messenjah

I’m An Activist, Not A Racist

Hold Up!
Just received a letter accusing me of being racist.
Hmmmm, sounds like we are making assumptions with no real basis.
You would be wrong all around,
because what I say you may not be ready to face it.
Read it thoroughly, it’s beyond race Miss.
My message of pride and empowerment is not pro-blackness.
You’re getting it mixed up with matter of fact-ness.
Me being racist is like spiting my face by cutting off my nose.
My chief editor is white, didn’t you know?
Isis Rain, a real soul sister understanding the plight.
The movement see’s no color; black, brown, red, yellow or white.
FYI, I love people of all colors. I don’t care, they can be purple or gray.
Hey, Joey tell your moms and brother I said what’s up! That’s my white homie from VA.
And let’s not forget my white ex-girlfriends, yeah some of them almost got me killed.
Father and brother Prejudice; hello Tiffany Wells in Lewisville.
My partner from the world, Joe Duffer a.k.a Jon B.
A white man I broke bread with, hmmmm… I guess you really don’t know me.
Just because I may be insolent, tactless, brazen or brash;
don’t misinterpret what I say, present or past.
I know, I know… on racial topics, I get a bit aggressive.
I’m atypical in my writing, not preaching hate, but I must remain progressive.
Humanity is what I love, that means ALL people.
I feel we are of one make, everyone is equal.
Though many of us were told and taught things
that were morally and socially wrong. It could’ve been through our
parents, friends, T.V., media, books and even through songs.
I couldn’t care less about the color of any person’s skin.
Deep down, whether you admit it nor not, we are all akin.
But, me being a racist just tickles me pink.
That’s a new one on me, something I hate to think.
Although you feel I am, I must be saying something right.
Otherwise most of my supporters and followers wouldn’t be white…

DeVyne Tha Messenjah

Differences

Just because we are in the same company, we will never agree on on every philosophy.
Some thoughts are deeper than speech; some we teach, some we will never reach.
Don’t be irritated if sometimes our communing fails, hiding behind loose words or veils.
Displace what we have in shadowy screens; disappearing, moving away – never to be seen.
In columns deserted; unoccupied, left alone. Holding behind your teeth what needs to be known.
Rejection is steadily melting what was learned or taught.
Universally scattered as the stars of thought.
Never be easily deterred or sidestepped when met with clever responses,
negativity or propaganda; don’t fret.
Stand on what you feel what inspiration has fed,
knowing without doubt this direction is what has led
you to speak what you believe; as precious as the earth and the sky.
Backing down because of indifference would make it a lie.
So let it pour forth as drops of rain, to be experienced in joy or pain.
For we only speak deeply to those whom we love. Respect and honor, holding them above
of all the rest, keeping them near. Keeping their thoughts and feelings to us dear.
So when we agree to disagree, who’s right? Who’s wrong? You or me?
Doesn’t matter for we are friends; same coin, different sides… not yes men.
Different strokes for different folks; though we share the same visions, same hopes.
When our approach differs in style and in looks, remember we are writing the same story
on different pages but in the same book…

– DeVyne Tha Messenjah

At Last

It seems a lifetime…
I’ve waited; hoping, dying, climbing mountains, scheming, praying and more.
Just to have you.
I have pined, cried, ached and dreamed; fearing the silence and darkness.
Ceasing to never forget about this day.
Longing, wishing, always thinking, not knowing, overwhelmed with anguish
and gentle pain…
Now you are here, at last you have come.
After waiting all these years, vision of my heart and dreams.
Welcome Sweetheart! Welcome my love! Welcome at last!
Freedom…

– Thomas D. Payne

Since When?

Up at night with God discussing habits
Exchanging knowledge, conversing ’bout supreme mathematics
Coming to clever conclusions again and again
At the end of our session, his question was “since when?”
Do we not compliment our women but address them as ho’s and bitches?
Hang around cats, and knowing rats like it’s cool to
congregate with snitches?
Since When?
Do we support chumps that abuse our mothers, daughters and sisters?
Let these youngsters disrespect our elders by using their name
instead of Miss, Mrs. or Mister?
Since When?
Has the government stopped the rhetoric they spoke in the Declaration
Loosening up the rules in the book they used to run this Nation?
Since When?
Did we start hating each other acting like a bunch of crabs in a bucket?
Giving up on the next generation, no influence and just saying “fuck it”
Since When?
In the black community, we stopped offering what we got?
Can’t go next door to borrow sugar – too much have and have-nots
Since When?
Could we not sit out on the porch without bullets flying by at night?
What happened to settling our differences by talking even probably a fair fight?
Since When?
Did shooting become so manly and the final say?
Why did these cowards shut down Ms. Harriet’s candy house
by robbing and assaulting her yesterday?
Since When?
Did we let music and television raise our kids or run from
opportunity when it knocks or kicks the door in?
Since When?
In the streets there is no respect, love or loyalty?
When did we start treating our elders like lepers instead of royalty?
Since When?
Did disciplining my child get equated with abuse
or the 360 (degrees) I spit get twisted, becoming obtuse?
Since When?
Would I even have to write this to get my peoples attention?
We’re supposed to be further down the line, steadily rising to ascension…
I’m just saying, since when?

– Thomas D. Payne

The Caged Bird

The clear sky, sun high
The grass is green, new blossoms spring
Calls of the wild, you are nature’s child
Trapped behind bars, wings stringing old scars
I know how the caged bird feels…
Sitting on the porch, about to go berserk
Dreams ripped away torn
Facing isolation’s scorn
The constant self-doubt, pain within without
He wants to fly, wings clipped; denied
I know how the caged bird feels…
No song, no glee, unable to fly free
He squawks and cries, slowly he dies
Til’ he feels the wind, his wings flex again
He bides his time, freedom on his mind
I know now how the caged bird feels…

-Thomas D. Payne