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Omari Hardwick

Artist, Poet, Activist, Actor,
Host of @PoeticsPodcast TWITTER:@OmariHardwick

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  • Luda muggin’, Jay hiding, Tip zoning, i had blond ambition for a movie, Tank was taking the pic & you was in your bag....same ole Kev. Your worth was high level when we had pennies. Long time my bro. Proud of the SOAR you made outa your pain joy & gifts. Mama is proud. Happiest WORTHday our beloved brother.
  • Luda muggin’, Jay hiding, Tip zoning, i had blond ambition for a movie, Tank was taking the pic & you was in your bag....same ole Kev. Your worth was high level when we had pennies. Long time my bro. Proud of the SOAR you made outa your pain joy & gifts. Mama is proud. Happiest WORTHday our beloved brother.

  •  0  220  7 July, 2020
  • What a journey yours has been my G. I appreciate forever the front row seat for a major part of it. Happiest WORTHday brother. 💪🏾
  • What a journey yours has been my G. I appreciate forever the front row seat for a major part of it. Happiest WORTHday brother. 💪🏾

  •  0  263  7 July, 2020
  • Haven’t done one in a while. This 1 is worthy. In a space of time where other races are finally demanding that our country value us, the million dollar question is....do we value us? The question, though rhetorical, can be answered. I had a brotha comment on a post of mine yesterday with a very LOST question, “Can you just be normal?” Left me blown. That question was of zero rhetoric. & i can answer with a resounding...HELL NO. & noooo one around me can be or think normal. Thank you Erika James for not being & not thinking normal. Pour into this role & leave your mark on Wharton forever...
#WINSdayWednesday #iDEANyouWorthy
  • Haven’t done one in a while. This 1 is worthy. In a space of time where other races are finally demanding that our country value us, the million dollar question is....do we value us? The question, though rhetorical, can be answered. I had a brotha comment on a post of mine yesterday with a very LOST question, “Can you just be normal?” Left me blown. That question was of zero rhetoric. & i can answer with a resounding...HELL NO. & noooo one around me can be or think normal. Thank you Erika James for not being & not thinking normal. Pour into this role & leave your mark on Wharton forever...
    #WINSdayWednesday #iDEANyouWorthy

  •  0  188  1 July, 2020
  • My bro @illsurge gifted me with this...
_______________________________
Here’s my gratitude:
** They say the higher we climb
The thinner the air
I say the harder we grind 
The less number of people get to be there 
& i say the smarter you rhyme 
The more you get to share
So the older i get 
The colder i spit all that’s in here
Thank God the Father i had a father who cared
As the papa to mine
I’m just trying to leave some gems underneath their hair
Trying to joe proctor their mind
So by the time they reach them pearly gates 
God can judge em fair
I been the pantomime of a Benja...mine wit 3000 poems floating in that same air
Luther’s house ain’t a home
Cuz i broke the chair
From all the weight i carry on my bones 
Covered by the same ‘Skin’ as Rag ‘n’ Bone 
Dirty Di been a friend of mine
Til his Jackson & miss Jackson both glad when i was gone
But the other MJ wit the same fade away...
My comeback been strong
Devil on my right shoulder 
& he keep pressing that wit the same ding dong
til my microphone crack 
so my chorus be high when i sing a song
Blood in my left eye 
Bout to drown from all the love turned inside out
wit a burnt crown above 
like i was king kong in a 14 round bout
Got 1 left to go ‘fore the crowd count me out
My right eye green wit envy
Jealous of everything God done said i should be
Til I write all them wrongs that be holding down the good in me
Even after they read this scroll
Most would’ve misunderstood me
Most still think ghost is all i could be
But before they can blink eyes
I done knocked down 4 more trees without a sound 
& like the saying go....just cuz wasn’t no one around in them woods B....don’t mean they ain’t hit the ground from ALL i would be
God wrote that shit down....
& for all those who understood me
My scars done reopened now
but they still require a mask 
& 6 degrees of separation from the fire i breathe before i pass
In a world of make believe & desperation for fact
Hope my words make you believe 
in the elevation of every food for thought you took out your sack
& if you was ever close to me
Hope that heart on my sleeve make them degrees even closer than that
But ain’t no cape here
Just trying to bring a better future back.
  • My bro @illsurge gifted me with this...
    _______________________________
    Here’s my gratitude:
    ** They say the higher we climb
    The thinner the air
    I say the harder we grind
    The less number of people get to be there
    & i say the smarter you rhyme
    The more you get to share
    So the older i get
    The colder i spit all that’s in here
    Thank God the Father i had a father who cared
    As the papa to mine
    I’m just trying to leave some gems underneath their hair
    Trying to joe proctor their mind
    So by the time they reach them pearly gates
    God can judge em fair
    I been the pantomime of a Benja...mine wit 3000 poems floating in that same air
    Luther’s house ain’t a home
    Cuz i broke the chair
    From all the weight i carry on my bones
    Covered by the same ‘Skin’ as Rag ‘n’ Bone
    Dirty Di been a friend of mine
    Til his Jackson & miss Jackson both glad when i was gone
    But the other MJ wit the same fade away...
    My comeback been strong
    Devil on my right shoulder
    & he keep pressing that wit the same ding dong
    til my microphone crack
    so my chorus be high when i sing a song
    Blood in my left eye
    Bout to drown from all the love turned inside out
    wit a burnt crown above
    like i was king kong in a 14 round bout
    Got 1 left to go ‘fore the crowd count me out
    My right eye green wit envy
    Jealous of everything God done said i should be
    Til I write all them wrongs that be holding down the good in me
    Even after they read this scroll
    Most would’ve misunderstood me
    Most still think ghost is all i could be
    But before they can blink eyes
    I done knocked down 4 more trees without a sound
    & like the saying go....just cuz wasn’t no one around in them woods B....don’t mean they ain’t hit the ground from ALL i would be
    God wrote that shit down....
    & for all those who understood me
    My scars done reopened now
    but they still require a mask
    & 6 degrees of separation from the fire i breathe before i pass
    In a world of make believe & desperation for fact
    Hope my words make you believe
    in the elevation of every food for thought you took out your sack
    & if you was ever close to me
    Hope that heart on my sleeve make them degrees even closer than that
    But ain’t no cape here
    Just trying to bring a better future back.

  •  0  429  30 June, 2020
  • Yours is a story of whole
Yours is a story adding life up enough to regain control in the midst of knowing what it feels like to have lost enough of everything you were sold
Yours is a journey of smooth sail & gurney 
Yours is a trail of heaven & hell
Yours is a pale of fail but BIG win
Yours is a course in gentle force with a tailspin 
Yours is of course the amazing raising of 4 men
1 was even a brother named Ken
Yours is ride or die but too tuff to let your tears roll 
So you let your sores cry
Yours is the story of full belief but always some worry
At least for Malik Jamil Shani & Omari
Mirror mirror on your walls of sorry 
You look deep inside ...
Until you accept all the jekyll & hide of your story
Yours is the story of God’s Glory.....like no other
Yours has left a legacy of road hits the rubber
Yours is winning the wars in the battles with life’s mess
Yours is the many tours of progress 
Yours are the scores of success 
of which you endured until it assured the best of Grandmother 
at play & at rest 
Happiest WORTHday my beloved Mother
Because of you....
Mine is a story of God Bless.
  • Yours is a story of whole
    Yours is a story adding life up enough to regain control in the midst of knowing what it feels like to have lost enough of everything you were sold
    Yours is a journey of smooth sail & gurney
    Yours is a trail of heaven & hell
    Yours is a pale of fail but BIG win
    Yours is a course in gentle force with a tailspin
    Yours is of course the amazing raising of 4 men
    1 was even a brother named Ken
    Yours is ride or die but too tuff to let your tears roll
    So you let your sores cry
    Yours is the story of full belief but always some worry
    At least for Malik Jamil Shani & Omari
    Mirror mirror on your walls of sorry
    You look deep inside ...
    Until you accept all the jekyll & hide of your story
    Yours is the story of God’s Glory.....like no other
    Yours has left a legacy of road hits the rubber
    Yours is winning the wars in the battles with life’s mess
    Yours is the many tours of progress
    Yours are the scores of success
    of which you endured until it assured the best of Grandmother
    at play & at rest
    Happiest WORTHday my beloved Mother
    Because of you....
    Mine is a story of God Bless.

  •  0  196  29 June, 2020
  • When i was 24 
Ribs soar 
Kicked in like the door
7 cops 
maybe 4 were insecure
maybe more
Back when i was “nobody” & poor
way most black men have been perceived by OUR american league before we figure out how to score
We only take knees cuz our hearts are sore
To give time for the part of the flag with the stars to restore
To give time for the guards who hate our dark to see us as more
while the trees blow in the breeze that carted us off to rest in peace still endure
The noose probably still unsure 
As to what it was needed for
Strange Fruit they tried to get me to eat
When i was 24
1 past Jor
a young Kobe without the final score
200 lbs. or more
Whistling a tune 
Fugees the score
It was hot.....maybe June
7 cops 
I was the dirt...they were the broom
I fit the description of doom 
A born poet who wrote inscription inside Mama’s womb 
On the ground told to NOT MOVE!
I fought 
So they choked 
I whispered to God
I even wrote
Had no pen
Used the blink of my eye
Used the ink of 2 women & 5 men 
Who were trying to write me into wrong
Bleeding me my rights 
Cuz i resisted 10 seconds too long
I insisted they had it wrong
They inflicted more cuz i was strong
Just cut from the NFL 
Looking up to Heaven ....screaming “What the hell?!”
But when there’s 7 it’s harder to yell. 
12 round sound of the bell
They learned i was the wrong one found
But then again....we all looked alike back then & well.....we still do now....
Oh well
“Go back to whistling 
Maybe next time listen when....we say knees on the ground!!” Wait..i thought..never mind...
Home of the free been a game of Simon Says when them knees are brown 
Guess Colin was too worn down to wait for the sound
I wasn’t killed that day 
So i kill when there’s verses to relay 
So i kill in every rehearsal or play
every role God kept me around to portray 
Ghost to Andre’
Every black kid who needs me to help them & the town 
they’d kill to help find a way
even when that same town looks the other way....
So i kill when I pray....that God continue to restore all the love & pain i use to say: 
From George to Gray to Elijah to Tray, your lives matter even more TODAY. So i’ll be the ghOst of every word you never got to say....
  • When i was 24
    Ribs soar
    Kicked in like the door
    7 cops
    maybe 4 were insecure
    maybe more
    Back when i was “nobody” & poor
    way most black men have been perceived by OUR american league before we figure out how to score
    We only take knees cuz our hearts are sore
    To give time for the part of the flag with the stars to restore
    To give time for the guards who hate our dark to see us as more
    while the trees blow in the breeze that carted us off to rest in peace still endure
    The noose probably still unsure
    As to what it was needed for
    Strange Fruit they tried to get me to eat
    When i was 24
    1 past Jor
    a young Kobe without the final score
    200 lbs. or more
    Whistling a tune
    Fugees the score
    It was hot.....maybe June
    7 cops
    I was the dirt...they were the broom
    I fit the description of doom
    A born poet who wrote inscription inside Mama’s womb
    On the ground told to NOT MOVE!
    I fought
    So they choked
    I whispered to God
    I even wrote
    Had no pen
    Used the blink of my eye
    Used the ink of 2 women & 5 men
    Who were trying to write me into wrong
    Bleeding me my rights
    Cuz i resisted 10 seconds too long
    I insisted they had it wrong
    They inflicted more cuz i was strong
    Just cut from the NFL
    Looking up to Heaven ....screaming “What the hell?!”
    But when there’s 7 it’s harder to yell.
    12 round sound of the bell
    They learned i was the wrong one found
    But then again....we all looked alike back then & well.....we still do now....
    Oh well
    “Go back to whistling
    Maybe next time listen when....we say knees on the ground!!” Wait..i thought..never mind...
    Home of the free been a game of Simon Says when them knees are brown
    Guess Colin was too worn down to wait for the sound
    I wasn’t killed that day
    So i kill when there’s verses to relay
    So i kill in every rehearsal or play
    every role God kept me around to portray
    Ghost to Andre’
    Every black kid who needs me to help them & the town
    they’d kill to help find a way
    even when that same town looks the other way....
    So i kill when I pray....that God continue to restore all the love & pain i use to say:
    From George to Gray to Elijah to Tray, your lives matter even more TODAY. So i’ll be the ghOst of every word you never got to say....

  •  0  669  28 June, 2020
  • To the day, to the year, to your future brotha. May it be 4 fingers way UP ✌🏾✌🏾.
Sto lat!
  • To the day, to the year, to your future brotha. May it be 4 fingers way UP ✌🏾✌🏾.
    Sto lat!

  •  0  992  27 June, 2020
  • Raising a glass of @cirocvs to all the #veryspecialdads - This is one of my favorite moments with my father. Comment below with moments you cherish with the father figures in your life #herestoyoupops 🥃
  • Raising a glass of @cirocvs to all the #veryspecialdads - This is one of my favorite moments with my father. Comment below with moments you cherish with the father figures in your life #herestoyoupops 🥃

  •  0  273  20 June, 2020
  • Feet on the ground. Heads to the clouds. Put it ALL in our sounds. Sayin’ it loud til we make em proud. 
2 A-Towns. This afternoon in convo wit each other. Me & my lil brother. @6lack cap says it best: #SavingLivesChangingLives **Hosted by @levis 
4:30 EST
##UseYourVoice
  • Feet on the ground. Heads to the clouds. Put it ALL in our sounds. Sayin’ it loud til we make em proud.
    2 A-Towns. This afternoon in convo wit each other. Me & my lil brother. @6lack cap says it best: #SavingLivesChangingLives **Hosted by @levis
    4:30 EST
    # #UseYourVoice

  •  0  164  19 June, 2020