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yo if I could change the status quo/ (I think) I’d get in my little boat and row/
then I’d go, oh, yo, so gently down the stream/ but not a single stroke with no pfd/
cuz life is rare-re-ly what it seems/ ceo’s be wearin’ jeans/
broke city folks slave to wear Gucci/ yo I tend to rock whatever fits me/
—and I don’t just mean physically/
I love it when it’s been grown locally/
csa, co-op, or family-owned grocery/
a 3rd of the hole in the ozone, comes from food being shipped far from home/
if I’m here in the DC city, I keep it 540 Loudon County for my veggies /
I turn down tofu from California/ when I’m home keep it 828 Western North Carolina/ put some spring house meat on my plate/
deep breath in, & then thank/ like Cherokees when it rains/
I pray for today/ try to make time to work and play/
I hope when I’m old and grey/
I’ll still know how to beat a break/ or even break a beat/
with boy + rocket in the pilot seat/

it’s maybe the first time on the m-i-c that h-u-e has been fr-ee/ critics say I’m heavy/ but the last project had to be/ comin’ to terms with life and death/ and tryin’ to do it with a bass and treble clef/ is not the easiest thing/

my heart was blue and I had no bling/--no cheddar, no cake, no cream/ just cold sweats, nightmares and screams/ no hummer to hide me from world/ just a couple homeboys and I lost my girl/ then it got dark and I lost my world/ wondering where the hell was the light/ in the bottom of the well, days are nights/ and nights no different from days/ I couldn’t see the mountains cuz of the haze/ I’m most grateful for that thing called ‘change’/ it’s amazing how we mazed then we find a way/ how we were once were lost/ how we now are saved/ how we now are free and used to be slaves/ i want to/but I can’t run away/

gotta find courage to stay/ some days/ it’s a miracle to just get the feet out the bed/ problems… like hurricanes flood my head/ but this music helps me thru/ some watercolors and guache will also do/ when I don’t have words to say/ but need ya’ll to feel what I feel today/ h.u.e still got the urgency/ like too many cups of sweet tea/ the hyper-mellow me lets it flow free/ gain strength from vulnerability/ perspective and humility/ stomach cramps, bad gas, big smile, and flat-ass feet/ I be who I be (x5)…//

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from The Summer Sessions, released August 1, 2006

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h.u.e (hope-uplifts-everything) Chicago, Illinois

Saleem Hue Penny (him/friend) is a Black, disabled poet expanding the pastoral tradition of the Southern Black Belt using a "rural hip-hop blues" aesthetic. He punctuates his hybrid/mixed media work with drum loops, gouache paint, Jim Crow artifacts, walnut ink, field sounds, & birch bark. He explores how young people of color traverse wild spaces and define freedom on their own terms. ... more

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