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Unique Robinson

Baltimore native, poet, performance artist and Director/Residency Coordinator, MFA in Community Arts at MICA. Check out Unique's film on YouTube and their poem, "Noise of the Darkness."




Noise of the Darkness

Uni Q. Mical (2023)


Verse 1:

We were raised in the noise of the darkness

Where television sets turned the knobs of our conscious

helicopters stalk, buzz envelops every thought

Capture secrets of the eyes in this city where we walked

Watched the first balloon on the 23rd of June

Take off into the air in the highest of the noon

Meanwhile, on the soil, fingers stiffened from the bolls

Whipped until the boils made us listen or revolt

Union struggled to control Mason Dixon as a whole -

sugar dominant, but position made it froze

Decision don't export any sugar to the forces

Of confederates: Mississippi, Georgia, Florida

Black folk enjoyed taste of freedom on the border

Long ways before PREAKness we rode horses

In jockey clubs with revenge through the tournaments

Before Hopkins snatched addicts with tourniquets

Henrietta lacks cells, this is where you act well

This is Royal Theater before the open crack sales

Always a show every minute of the week

Until the war crept and lullabied us all to sleep

Chorus:

Cuz we were raised in the noise of the darkness

Where television sets turned the knobs of our conscious

Will we find our light? Will it be eclipsed?

This here is the city where we learned to raise our - fists

We were raised in the noise of the darkness

Where television sets fed us words from our sponsors

Will we find our light? Will it be eclipsed?

This here is the city where we learned to raise our - fists


Verse 2:

Visit markets where they auctioned and enslaved us

Now, we claim it, zombies walkin w no face lifts

Century later we was living in they cages

Situated ‘tween Mulberry and Fayette

Cigarette lit up the respir-a-tory ragin’

Digestive system breakin’ down them cheesesteaks &

Circulatory cycles trappin our babies

Them skeletals brittle from lead in the paint chips

Depression rampant in the Heights n the Terrace

Kids don't wanna fight - too scared to be embarrassed

Hopin’ to grow up but no parents there to cherish

So- they carry guns that be skippin’ on thru the ages

Contributin’ to further genocidal hatred

Increasin murder in the name of Freddie Gray &

Who is the enemy? The government? Vacant homes?

Homies done forgot what they even really be murkin’ for

8 dollar wages - what we even workin’ for?

No score to settle - what you took away his purpose for?

Used to living thru generations of hurt before

Trauma stacked like the skyscrapers up in New York

Or Inner Harbor - get a glimpse of inner lava

Volcanoes erupt over miniscule and surface bull

Only place where we spell little as if it's LOR

Add a D to remember what you been searchin’ for


Chorus:

Cuz we were raised in the noise of the darkness

Where television sets turned the knobs of our conscious

Will we find our light? Will it be eclipsed?

This here is the city where we learned to raise our fists

We were raised in the noise of the darkness

Where television sets fed us words from our sponsors

Will we find our light? Will it be eclipsed?

This here is the city where we learned to raise our - FISTS.














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