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LEAH BROWN
(Spoken Word)

Kryme Seen

My mind is broken cause my eyes have been opened to what’s really going on. It’s’08 and life should be wonderful, great, dandy like caramel candy. Kids should be happy, sweet, neat with plenty food in their bellies and futures bright, clothes and hair tight, no worries in sight. Should be I said. Should be, instead, instead it’s a Kryme Seen. Never ever shoulda been, but the ones with the cash stash it instead of spreading it where it could do the most good, where it could heal, instead they steal it, wheel and deal it, make sure the poverty level stays below decent, make sure streets stay full of blood instead of love. Make sure the children don’t learn so they won’t realize that there’s more to life than hunger pains and rat bites, gunfights and cold water dripping from rusted pipes they wash under. They can’t read or write cause those with the cash keep it tight like that so people can’t fight back at what they don’t know ain’t right, they keep stack’n, packin their pockets with welfare dockets from other lands, shaking hands with diplomats behind their back so they never understand that people on this planet have rights, that there’s enough food for everyone to eat, heat when it’s cold, help when it’s needed, hot water flowing outta gold shower heads, babies tucked into satin sheets on fluffy beds and cartoon’d pampers on their asses, but they don’t know that cause the head of state gets paid to keep them down, while they retreat and starve in defeat.
My mind is broken cause I’ve seen what’s really going on, and if I try to shed light on it, they’ll crush me, bum rush me, take me out so I can’t rant and rave, scream and shout about the shit in the streets, babies crying in the night with no food to eat, rats big as cats, no way to make it better cause they’re trained to keep it this way, so they don’t fuck up their payday. I’ve seen the Kryme Seen ‘n my mind can’t forget it, I can’t rest till I speak it, tell it, spill it to the world I’ve been there, stood in it, slept in it, washed and got fed in it and I don’t care what they do to me, I must stay true to me cause no one’s safe till they’re free.

S.Leah Brown has been on stage from the age of 15 to the present. Having started out as a background singer, she has progressed to writing and performing her poetry. She has been published by Publish America with her first book “LeahsLand” which she took on tour in 2006 winding up on the Def Poetry Jam’s Turks and Caicos Music and Poetry Festival. She’s also been published in Lazzoo International Magazine, American Poets Anthology, Poetix, Cosmo, NY Times, Caribbean Fete and hundreds of online magazine.

In 2007 Leah took her work to Jamaica where she performed on stage with world renowned Dap Poet, Yasus Afari. Leah is an Urban Poet, drawing inspiration from the world around her, and the way she views this life. She writes from the depth of her spirit. Her message is to those of all ages, her mission is to make a difference in the world consciousness by sharing what she’s seen with those who haven’t. She and partner Patrick Levy formed JamWest Connections/Biggerman Productions in 2007, this partnership is devoted to helping the children in ghettos and garrisons worldwide, to provide them with help so they may have the same education and hope all children should naturally be provided with.

For booking information, or information on concerts and tours contact Leah at: westsidepoetess@yahoo.com
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