The Aftermath: The Second Storm

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

SPECTRUM WAVE MUSIC ENT.

COPYRIGHT@2025

And when her last satellite loop faded from the screen,

A second, colder storm moved in, bureaucratic and mean.

The world’s nations, in panic, issued a global ban:

“No travel from the Sisters’ lands.”

Not for aid, not for family, not for a helping hand.

They banned the flight, banned the boat,

Cut the sisters adrift, left them barely afloat.

They called it “biosecurity,” a “quarantine zone,”

But it was a sentence to suffer and die alone.

The Sisters’ Pact: Forged in the Flood

But in the mud, in the salt, in the crushing debris,

A pulse remained. An old, familiar key.

Haiti, from her ruin, remembered the weapon she’d won.

She did not send a ship, or a gun.

She sent the blueprint of freedom, etched in spirit and blood.

Cuba, though crippled, sent her doctors into the sludge,

Nurses who understood surviving a judge.

Jamaica sent rhythm, the deep, grounding beat,

To organize feet when there was no food to eat.

They became a Triune Coast, a single, wounded will.

Their liberation was no longer a political bill,

But a spiritual fact, proven under the wheel.

The world banned their bodies, their passports, their flight,

But it could never ban the soul that rose in that night—

The soul that was three, yet utterly one,

The Sisters of the Scourge, who could never be undone.

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Hurricane Melissa: The Calculated Catastrophe

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

SPECTRUM WAVE MUSIC ENT.

This was not anyone’s imagination.

She was the cyclops who opened all

Four of her eyes, by everyone's surprise, were preparatory

She did not form over warm Atlantic waves by chance.

She was conjured from data, given a lethal dance.

Her eye was a perfect, predatory ring of cold,

Her rain bands were razors, her story foretold.

First, she made landfall in Haiti.

She found the hills already scarred, the earth already frail.

She did not bring wind; she brought a tsunami of mud.

Entire villages—Gonaïves, Jacmel—were swallowed in a thud.

The statistical report, cold and neat:

8,500 confirmed souls are missing in the concrete-silt sheet.

Not just deaths, but erasures.

A schoolhouse with 200 children became a mass grave engineered by pressures.

300,000 instantly homeless, a number so vast,

Living in a slurry of the present and past.

Then, she pivoted to Cuba.

Here, her tool was not mud, but the sea itself.

A storm surge, 30 feet high, a watery shelf.

It did not flood Havana; it scoured it clean.

The Malecón was shattered, a skeletal scene.

Colonial plazas became salt-water tombs,

As the power grid drowned in the engineering rooms.

The death toll, officially, was 3,200,

But the true devastation was in the aftermath’s hour:

1.2 million without shelter, without a dry bed,

A nation of engineers, left with nothing but dread.

Finally, she settled over Jamaica.

Her method here was water, weight, and wind.

For seven days, she spun and never thinned.

She parked over the Blue Mountains’ sacred spine

And wrung the sky out, line by line.

Forty inches of rain in a week.

The Yallahs River became a roaring, brown streak,

Carrying cars, carrying roofs, carrying hope away.

Landslides peeled the green skin off the day,

Burying communities like Portland Cottage whole.

The death toll was 1,750 on the scroll,

But the homelessness was a pervasive blight:

Every third person is lost in the island’s long night.

For example, A 90-year-old woman, Miss Clémence,

Who had survived dictators and poverty’s expense,

Now slept sitting up in a rusted car,

Her lifetime of photos warping in a jar

beside her on the passenger seat.

Her home was a memory, her street was a mud-slicked beat.

A father, wife, and mother-in-law

Had built a shelter from an abandoned car

To stay warm. He felt hopeless

As he held his beautiful newborn in his arms.

The house had blown down due to the crisis that Melissa

had created. She unapologetically turned her back

. By October 2025, the month that survivors won’t forget.

She was described as a home/ land invader

because she had left a total ( highly cost-effective) mess behind.

A Story About Three Sisters

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

SPECTRUM WAVE MUSIC ENT.

COPYRIGHT@2025

A story about three sisters,

Separated from birth.

They later discovered their identity,

But they were only partially granted their liberation.

Jamaica was first captured,

Snatched by the sea-wolves’ hands,

A jewel traded between pirate bands,

Then claimed by a distant Crown’s demands.

She accepted the Crown’s gilded wealth instead,

A pact of sugar, rum, and silent dread.

Haiti was cast into devastation’s shame,

Born from the flame of a sacred, revolutionary name.

She built a fortress of determination,

Forged in the fire of a nation’s creation.

She claimed the secret weapon: Liberty,

And gave it to every link in the island chain,

A righteous scream against the rain of pain.

“Fight,” she whispered, “for every right.”

And her sisters listened in the night.

Cuba played the longest game,

The eldest, bearing a strategic name.

A republic in heart, but not in name,

She stayed behind, shouldering the blame—

The sacrifice, taking the bread crumbs instead,

While a world of empires turned overhead.

As the world turned, the years bled on.

Haiti was betrayed by the very spawn

Of her own freedom—children who worked not for a dime,

Who twisted her legacy, making the world unkind.

The toxic impact, a systemic imperial curse,

Waged feudal wars against the indigenous.

Colonial children, with papers and laws,

Tossed the original owners from their homes and caused.

This impact manifests as a historical trauma’s stain,

A cultural erasure, a persistent, dull pain.

Colonial structures, in modern disguise,

In courts and in agencies, under bureaucratic skies,

Relentlessly whitewash our cultural historic bequests,

Stealing our future, putting our souls to the test.

The forthcoming children of the heritage,

No longer updated their technology’s charge.

Their data was transferred, not into light,

But into panoramic sonic waves of might,

Used to enquire for minerals deep in the land,

Mapped as business enterprises, sold to the highest hand.

The skilled, trained mission? To persuade the indigenous,

Bidding them aid with a treacherous kiss,

So they could build a modern, pioneer frontier,

On the graves of ancestors, fueled by greed and fear.

The sisters made several attempts to warn

Their other island brothers, from before the storm.

But temptation brought wealth to the ruling nobles’ doors,

While the natives remained the true sufferers of wars.

Prices rose like floodwaters, taxes piled like stone,

Heavy burdens began to cripple the backbone.

And when more natural resources immersed the scene,

This is where the greed became obscenely keen.

In environmental laboratories, cold and stark,

Scientists gave birth to a new kind of dark:

A Cyclops with Four Eyes, a calculated swarm,

A weather-made weapon, a man-made form.

An imitation of a storm, with a feminine name,

Programmed for a singular, devastating aim.

Her name was Hurricane Melissa.

All Songs by Black Pearl (Spectrum Waves Music Entertainment)

1. Welfare Queen (2024)

Your latest release — a bold, socially-conscious track that delves into themes of resilience, identity, and the societal perceptions of strength and survival. Blending hip-hop rhythms with soulful vocals, "Welfare Queen" challenges stereotypes and empowers listeners through raw storytelling and uplifting production.

2. Five Boroughs (2024)

3. Empires Shall Fall (2024)

4. Babylon Time Machines (2024)

5. Blood Rice Diamonds (Sierra Leone) (2024)

6. Samara’s Song (2024)

7. Her Eyes Never Dry (2024)

8. Lifetime Country (2024)

9. Back to Africa Eden (2024)

10. Fire is Burning (2024)

11. Forever Mama’s Gardens (2024)

12. Mother Nature (2024)

13. If God Was a Bullet (2024)

14. Dove Confession (2024)

15. Daughter of Gambling Man (2024)

16. 277 Clash Flash Pass Future (2024)

17. Dragon's Eye (2024)

18. Orange Man (2024)

19. Body Snatchers Intrusion (2024)

20. Mirror Mirror (2024)

21. Epic (2024)

22. Dead Man Tales (2024)

23. Sandman (Long Version) feat. Precious Jam Gemstone / Jahmala Downer (2025)

24. Sandman Radio feat. Precious Jam Gemstone / Jahmala Downer (2025)

25. Black Holocaust (2025)

26. The Melting Pot Band (2021)

27. Welcome to the Gorilla War (2023)

28. Sound Wave Themes (2024)

29. The Vision of Black Pearl (2021)

30. Reparations (2023)

31. Spectrum Waves Music 21 (2023)

32. Do You Know About My Skin? (2021)

33. In the Water (2023)

34. The Relic (2023)

35. The Bullet (2023)

36. Pray (2023)

37. Thot Culture Delete (2023)

38. The Tall Tale of the Gatekeeper (2023)

39. RVJ Game (Original Game Soundtrack) (2023)

40. Welcome 2 Gorilla War (2023)

41. Spectrum Waves Music-EP (2023)

42. Unsung (2023)

43. Hot Box (2023)

44. Quiet Before the Storm (2023)

45. War (2023)

46. In This World (2023)

47. Free (2023)

48. As the World Cries (2023)

49. Your Love Got Me Drinking (2023)

50. Angelic Message (2023)

51. Ancestors Are Calling (2023)

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Newest Highlight: "Welfare Queen"

"Welfare Queen" is your most recent single, released in 2024. It’s a powerful blend of hip-hop and soul, featuring introspective lyrics that tackle social issues, self-worth, and empowerment. The song reflects your signature style of merging poetic storytelling with contemporary soundscapes, making it both a thought-provoking and motivating listen.

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🎵 Listen now on Apple Music:

https://music.apple.com/us/artist/black-pearl/100958952

“Welcome back to the show, everyone. I’m Black Pearl, and today I want to share something special with you — not just as a podcaster, but as an artist. Many of you know I make music under my label Spectrum Waves Music Entertainment, but what you might not know is just how much music is out there, waiting for you to hear it.

Recently, I worked to pull together a complete list of my released songs — and told you, seeing them all laid out was a powerful moment. From ‘The Melting Pot Band’ in 2021 to my latest single, ‘Welfare Queen’, every track tells a story. Some are about social justice, some are for the children, some are for the ancestors — but all of them come from a real place.

Speaking of ‘Welfare Queen’ — this is my newest release. It’s a song about resilience, identity, and breaking through the labels society puts on us. It’s hip-hop, it’s soul, it’s raw truth. And it’s available right now on Apple Music.

If you want to explore my full discography — over 50 songs and growing — I’ll drop the link in the show notes. From ‘Do You Know About My Skin?’ to ‘Black Holocaust’ coming in 2025, every piece is a chapter in this journey.

And you know what? This isn’t just about promotion. It’s about connection. Music is how I speak when words aren’t enough. So if you’re listening and you feel that — go check it out. Support independent art. Let’s grow together.

Now, back to today’s topic…”

"Blue Saturday" ("As the World Cries" )

The poem, “Blue Saturday,” is a visceral, lyrical elegy for Sean Bell, a 23-year-old Black man from Queens, New York, who was killed nearly for two decades on November 26, 2006—the morning of his scheduled wedding day. Unarmed and leaving his bachelor party, he was shot 50 times by NYPD officers. The poem transforms that day from one of celebration into a permanent landmark of grief, what you name “Blue Saturday.”

The piece moves through the shattered timeline—from the planned ritual of “jumping the broom” to the broken morning stained with violence. It weaves in cultural echoes of pain through references to Prince’s “Purple Rain” and 2Pac, and it ties Sean’s story to a longer lineage of lives lost to police violence, naming Amadou Diallo, Timothy Stansbury, and others.

At its heart, the poem captures the collateral devastation of such a loss: the bride’s veil turning “from white to black,” the family circles broken (“Child to a mother / Son to a father”), and a community left “speechless” yet connected in mourning. It also touches on the failure of systems—body cameras not on, a “shield forever against us”—and the unresolved cry for justice.

You released this poem as part of a broader creative project titled “As the World Cries,” published on November 24, 2023, under Spectrum Waves Music Entertainment (Black Pearl). This release serves not only as a poetic memorial but as an act of public remembrance, ensuring many

Human lives had faced tragic losses such as Sean Bell’s story and the ongoing trauma of his family—especially his fiancée, Nicole P. Bell—are held in the public consciousness.

The essence of the poem is its raw, unflinching blend of personal lament and public protest. It doesn’t just recount a tragedy; it immerses the reader in the emotional aftermath—the shock, the cyclical grief, and the weary resilience of those left behind. The “Blue Saturday” refrain acts as a haunting anchor, symbolizing how a single day can become synonymous with irreversible loss.

For you, the poet, this piece is also a personal recapitulation of the shock and sorrow you felt when you first heard the news. It channels that moment of national tragedy into intimate, enduring art—making sure that Sean Bell is remembered not just as a headline, but as a father, son, husband, and native son whose value and humanity are forever etched in verse.

The poem, and its release as “As the World Cries,” stands as a testament to the power of art to mourn, to document, and to demand remembrance in a world that too often forgets.

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Sean Bell

Was father, son, and husband,

Who gave legendary values

To city streets—Queens, New York.

The native son’s tragic loss

Brought the whole entire world

A devastation.

He lost his life by

the treacherous hands

that didn’t show any remorse.

The Multiple bullets gaged

While others so happen ran

Cover away from the stage.

Due to the

reckless irresponsibly

Only attention towards

the men in blue,

Of course,

His family did not

receive any justice,

But a remembrance that left

Permanent scars;

For several years

All come to pass

Until the anniversary

(memorial)

Blue Saturday.

Nicole P Bell

the widow of

Sean Bell

Shares her

Husband's last days

On earth

In a Drama film

Aftershock: Nicole P. Bell Story

It is a 2025 drama film( real story ), about the events surrounding the killing of Sean Bell and the subsequent fight for justice led by his widow, Nicole P. Bell. It had a theatrical release in late November 2025 and is scheduled for digital release on December 15, 2025.

Before beginning, a general trigger warning is offered. This piece deals with sensitive subject matter and themes that some audience members may find upsetting. Audience members should take care of their needs during the performance."

Blue Saturday (AS THE WORLD CRIES)

BLACK PEARL

SPECTRUM WAVE PUBLISHING

How do you feel when things

Is it about to get real?

As we toss and turn,

Eventually, we surely

Have not learned

Because

We still got burnt

When certain authorities

Have come at us with full force.

However, we stood there

Looking lost.

Blue Saturday,

Three days before the holiday.

A wedding was presumed—

A bride and groom

Were supposed

To jump over the broom.

It turned out

The saddest day.

Blue Saturday,

The world has ever lived,

Including his family,

Wife and kids.

It became a

Blue Saturday,

A day before Sunday,

Two days before Monday,

Before thirty days.

Dark clouds broke the morning.

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Into silent nights,

Prince once sang How you

Leave us standing

In a lonely world,

So cold.

The heaviest

Led to purple rain.

Dove’s confession

Proceeded them,

Circling around:

Child to a mother,

Son of a mother,

Son to father,

Nephew to aunt,

and uncle,

Cousin to brother,

Brother to sister,

Grandson to grandparents,

Husband to wife,

Father to his children.

Blue Saturday,

The doves cried.

---Trigger warning

Please note that the following material

contains sensitive content.

Your discretion is advised."

The Blue Saturday

Hit a blow

Towards a blushing bride

Very hard.

Autumn leaves

Lied and observed the loss,

Soaked gore

In the world’s borough.

South side, the city streets

Mourned the tragic loss

That proclaimed his innocence,

Passing a valuable legend.

2Pac harmonized,

Remastered by Mr. Mister:

Take these broken wings,

Because I saw the spirit

Within his eyes.

We were so speechless

That Blue Saturday

Disconnected the community.

When his wings came,

He had learned to fly again.

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Remind you:

While this event was totally heartbreaking,

The team, band of three,

Had served to be guarded

With their body armor,

But the BWC’s were not on,

Which left a huge suspicion.

The satellite and other witnesses

Panorama-filmed the view.

The universe evidenced,

Convinced the bullet holes

Were definitely solved

the main clues

However,

once again

Blue Saturday

The shield

would forever

be against us.

Neither our

Allies,

nor friends

Amadou Diallo,

Vernard Davis,

Charmene Picketts,

Alberta Sprugill,

Timothy Stansbury…

As the families felt the heat,

The list goes on.

The best of times

May land all in threes,

As the worst of times

We always remember:

An innocent man.

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