chris hall's love poem to his uncle marvin x

mrs. and mr. robin and chris hall

marvin x and oakland mayor libby schaaf

photo jahahara alkebulan

left to rt: paul cobb, dr. leslie stratford, rt. col. conway jones, jr.,  marvin x,oakland mayor libby schaaf holding marvin's granddaughter naeema joy, below, grandson jahmeel; laney college president elnora t. webb, dr. nathan hare, lynette mcelhaney, president, oakland city council

photo ken johnson

I got Jackmon in my blood

Marvin X has four living children and one son who preceded him in death.

There are some things only family can know. 

The great Marvin "X" Jackmon, one of the Leaders of the Negro, 
live Strong ,recreate for black Fate. 

Besides Trying to Understand a man against hate but will not WAIT to use it in a debate 

a man that 8 plus 1 one is what he comes from 

wasn't the oldest but defiantly the closest 

Uncle ollie is whole notha story, He was Quite the OG 
but back to the man with a plan . 

Peaceful Muslim at heart but still Christian in art 
continues to write books that preach but tend to reach. 

keep faith my brotha 

denounce hate my brotha 

you buried a brotha and sista in one year 

someone I was taught to fear 

but the reasons were unclear 

the world should see how I would be  

I wanna say thanks you see 

if it wasn't for the x man 
a father at heart

witty and sharp 

holds composure 
struggles with closure 

The war on segregation is over

I have known you my whole life  

growing up  thinking you didn't like nothin white 

thought you hated my mother

thought one half or another 

was never gonna be good or tough enough 

it was never quite there

when push came to shove. 

Speaking the word of love 

but my skin makes me only half good enough. 

House nigga that's what you  call me  But

yet you my blood n know nothin about me 

 I know how to stay woke 

but sometimes it feels good to lay down without the fear of early stroke. 

You know how it goes for black folk

turn on the blinders pretend 

the shit I read aint the shit in real life 

Worry bout my son gettin shot by police

In flat out malice 

You probably think that's why I married a girl that could easily be named Alice 

Life its hard to imagine 

tunnel vision 

quickly dismissing my right to be 

livin 

you got three daughters all of em queens

trust I've seen. 

tho it may seem a half white half black shouldn't be able to dream 

fearing the world may no longer divide 

instead unite 

have you heard your own  words?

you preach the opposite of a white supremacist 

but you will lead black men in herds to fight your battle 

what makes you different than the honky moving cattle   

what separates you from the man in the klan 

how come their demise has to be part of the plan 

battle against America so called land of the free 

yet when set free we grow to hate.

ya I said it. it's true 

hate to say it but think about ray curruth goggle him 

baller Allstar killed his own kin because his ignorance made him believe that'd help him win 

just like the negro used to live next door to me got caught up 

the sight I saw as he begged and pleaded

covered in blood shot in front  of my door

find him bleeding by another black man that keeps him from breeding 

it's apparent to me 

you and whitey or Abdullah Hussein 

different parts of the world calls you terrorist 
does that make them insane 

we live in a world each culture finds a reason 
to be the definition of vain 

Looks and verbiage turbans and capes 

Not heroes at all 

now readers and viewers don't take this poem wrong  

a letter  no no it's  a song 
of  love to my uncle Marv 

no one will understand being treated like I should play with the Otha white boys or kick back be black 

and discover the lack of which I was man of color 

took awhile but found out 

so now I'm letting the sound out 

So hear me shout

black haters trying to fuck the so called shit outta us niggers

as the African black man hates his own self  so 

much 

all the punishment didn't deter him from raping a white lady who has his baby 

then feels too much responsibility runs down hills and trees 

Now that child faces hate from both sides 

Poor ol half breed 

Uncle Marv should I starve 

cause I'm light or called a nigger when I'm out of sight

1 2 3 4 I could count some more 

that's the number of fights over words 

I'm whiteafrican 

fuck the fact some times I get discriminated cuz someone thinks I'm actually Mexican 

I'm part German 

the part that thought gays jews and blacks were the closest thing to Vermin 

it could be simple  

you  see why its important to allow me to have my rite of passage 

my message 

to you brotha father grandfather uncle 

man black man  who is kin 

to me 

Gotta love the nigger and nazi in me 

heard your words that sparked thought 

like what if we put our minds off culture and color 

and blend one another 

it's because you fear we are too weak 

our minds don't show signs of elevating to the next level 

tell us to stay woke 

but shoot down any signs of peace and hope 

it's all right tho 

had a long night so 

you showed me love in oak town

thought I could provide you with som black nazi  poetry 

whose really not either as he sees him self for himself 

No I'm not oj or someone with that new playlist from jay z 

 I love you uncle seriously 

your heart your spirit 

feels reborn in me 

But what if I preach unity 

share my features with the evil white creature 

you my anti hero hero I want you to win 

because well you my  kin... 

you heard it a lot yes yes kin 

but you'll probably not gonna relate to your nephew 

cause of the different genetics that created white skin 

you family by dna 

never expected my offspring to become lighter then me 

but his mom had great energy 

it was meant  to be 

my god created me 

Can't you respect me?

hope you get chance to converse with me 
black love and god speed 

your nephew you know that house negro from Sac 

I'm from the  south to be exact (Georgia)

just hopes you will join me to bring end of hate and start spreading unity rather than call it diversity 

a place to call home

and see no history 

but aint afraid to speak or hear others' story

a grace land 

in which color is celebrated for all man 

in joy not separated with the intent of destroy destroy destroy

Tired of the whole

white versus black 

black versus white 

all hate the brown 

and the yellow 

So maybe you'll hear these words from this young fellow
--Your great nephew, Chris