Local poet Will “Da Real One” gunned down in North Miami

Spoken-word poet Willie Lee Bell, a.k.a. Will Da Real One, gunned down in front of Miami poetry cafe

A well-known and respected spoken word poet was gunned down early Sunday as he was closing up his Miami area coffee shop and poetry lounge, cops said.

Willie Lee Bell Jr., 47, who performed as "Will Da Real One," was shot several times at around 12:40 a.m. in the parking lot of the Literary Café and Poetry Lounge in North Miami.

Several patrons who were outside the café at the time told cops that Bell was walking to his car when a vehicle pulled up next to him and a man in the passenger seat opened fire.

Bell died at the scene, emergency responders said.

Police were stumped for a motive because the killers didn't take any money or jewelry off Bell.

The killing shocked members of the spoken-word community, who said Bell was an advocate for abused woman and promoted a "drama-free" policy at the lounge, which he opened in 2003.

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"Everyone loved this man. He did not deserve to die like this," a friend outside the lounge on Sunday afternoon told NBC Miami.

"There are young ladies here who will tell you how he empowered the women," another woman added. "He empowered you, let you know you were beautiful, you were worthy, he did a lot of fund-raising for battered women."

Bell appeared for two seasons on HBO's "Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry." He won poetry slams across the country and was featured on albums by Miami rappers Rick Ross and Pitbull.

In 2005, the Miami New Times named him the city's best new poet.

"I just got a knack for reaching people," Bell told the New Times after he was honored. "I got a message that I'm trying to distribute, a piece of myself I'm trying to share."

Early Sunday an unknown gunmen shot and killed local poet Will “Da Real One" Bell outside the North Miami cafe where he had plied his trade for years and given a venue to countless other wordsmiths.


Bell, 47, whose performances have been featured on HBO’s Def Poetry Jam, had just closed his business, the Literary Cafe and Poetry Lounge on 933 NE 125th Street, at about 12:40 a.m. and was walking to his car nearby when another car occupied by at least two men pulled up beside him, said Lt. Neal Cuevas of the North Miami Police Department.
A gunman leapt out from the passenger seat and fired multiple times at Bell, who died on the scene, Cuevas said. The men then fled in the car, but did not take any of Bell’s possessions, which included cash and jewelry.
Several witnesses, who had been inside The Literary Cafe earlier that night, offered police differing descriptions of the suspects’ car color as light and dark, with a spoiler on the rear.
Police ask that anyone with information on this crime contact the North Miami Police Department 305-891-8111 or Crimestoppers at 305-371-TIPS.

I’ve known Will since 2003 when he use to performed at “Troys” on

Broward Blvd Fort Lauderdale

fl. I was a shy upcoming poet, still is. Will was a very sentimental person. He broke me out of my shyness and use to call me up on stage to do stand up open mic, unexpectedly. He use to always tell me in due time, once u get use to the stage, the audience, everything will fall in place naturally. It feels good to be in control. Will was very humorous, witty and generous. I followed him to all locations that he went. Because he made everyone feels like family. Will never denied his stage for NO ONE. Anyone who came out to Literary Café was welcomed. I’m going to miss him, so much. I know literary café ill not be the same without his physical presence there. But he will be missed. i know he would of still want me to still come and show support. I going to miss when he use to say “Bring all ur home girls, friends, family, and cousins.” Im going to miss his face book comments, his daily life advices, his jokes, his poems.

Will just wanna let u know I love, u will always be missed and never forgotten-----------luv ILLUSTRIOUS DA POET

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That’s waiting to be explode

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For real, be real with ur self

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And tell that man that u sure do love thyself

More than love itself

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If u dint agree, u can use a little self help

Ladies should lead, and her man shall follow

And tend to ur needs, like an Oracle of Apollo

His love should never make ur heart feel hallow

Or like, when ur mind wonders, like, “where’s Geraldo?”

 

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It use to feel ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, like

Like priceless childhood fantasies

Like intoxicated daydreams’

Like a fairytale’s prettiest theme

Giggling while sharing a scoop of ice-cream

So I guess life aint sometimes what it seem to be

And sometimes shit aint what ur heart foresees

 I guess some people can’t detect QUALITY like DirecTV

Lust just walked out MY Door.

My man says I aint got much time for him

He say he’s running off with that lil cute slim Jim

He say What we have here, it aint nothing to think

It was More like a fling, cuz his smile just made my lil girl wink

He say I could stay, so he can leave to his destiny

He’s probably think im broken, but im kinda happy that he’s the one to leave

His lust was the only thing, that drove me ecstatic

I was bound to fall out of lust with, shit, that there is automatic

I cant let  him see me, I cant let him see the glares in my eyes

My dimples piercing in, oh I cant let him see the smirk in my smile

Although his dick was so traumatizing, but his mind went only a square mile, and that was not hypnotizing’

A man can be like a book, and take you different places

Make you feel good like a book, and give you different tastes

But if his lust just go as far as the bedroom, that sure make me feel like my time has wasted

Instead of giving it away, I feel like my was time taken

I like it when a man makes me wet, from the words he whispers in my ears

Or when he let our minds just jet, from this world that’s  bringing me tears

You see, I know that im not that type of a regular girl

I just love when a sensible, astounding man, that speak realis’m, shit that just rock my world

I just like it when you can speak your mind and he’s on the same exact level

Everybody needs to let their mind feast, for a healthy relationship that’ll show be helpful

He say hes running off and taken off my shackles

He say he still love me, and he don’t want any hassles

You simple minded nigga, hurry up and be on your merry way, Simple minded nigga, you just don’t know that you’re one dimensional

Got a mind of nuts and bolts, baby, you’re not communicational

Everybody says that im too  difficult cuz my Level of Intelligence, Is so impossible

So Implausible,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

                Too imaginable

                I just like it a lil sweet, and a lil bit comprehendible

He say What we have here, it aint nothing to think

It was More like a fling, cuz his smile just made my lil girl wink

He say I could stay, so he can leave to his destiny

He’s probably think im broken, but im kinda happy that he’s the one to leave,,,,,,

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Oooh the scent of his cologne

Use to Makes my backbone, tremble like a trombone

While I use to catch the shivers in my jawbone

When he use to Whisper in my ears, better yet in monotone,

Use to make my heart always feel like its in a mist of a cyclone

He use to restrain my dignity better yet my whole world

He use to make my secrets unfurl

And made my mind whirl

He made it known that im not  just his only girl,

But, his , SHINY BLACK PEARL

But, his , SHINY BLACK PEARL

He use to stroke my natural hair

While I rest my daily stress on the armchair

With my boy shorts and T shirt on the bed just ready to wear

He use to have my whole night prepared

Made my pillows extra fluffy just to keep away all the nightmares

He use to Makes me play dress up which always caused us to go nowhere

He use to make my moon shine, bright , like a bemas headlight,

To guide me by after the stormy night

He was far from a neophyte

He made me to become a parasite

I started needing him  more, he became part of my appetite

Besides, his bark was absolutely not worse than his sweet bite

Within the twinkle in his eyes

I use to  see myself thru the apple of his eye

I use to  burned myself by the luv from his heart that feel so, electrified

And his luv, I swear, I still couldn’t even identify

He use to show me and Tell me how deep is my hot spot

We use to bet if he can  hit it in 2 units per each kilowatt

He use to stroke my essences and pull out al the knots

He use to get me hot , hot like a teapot

He use to blow me kisses so I can chase it thru the dandelion meadows

And underneath the sun

We use to play hit or misses so we can interlace it while u roar like a lion in its own shadows

And underneath the sun

He made me shine like a lost diamond in the rubble

I swear he made me feel gullible like a floating bubble