Thursday, June 6, 2013

Up Longer Than Down

You look at the shadow
Down trodden
Sleeping on the street
Dormant, wondering
Where’s his next quarter
Or when will he next eat?

You think, what a travesty
Why is his story so bleak?
As if life started
Where you two first meet
Which is far from the truth
Of his history

You think maybe
Because his skin is brown
When in truth
He comes from stock
That’s been up
Much longer than down

So many shadows of color
But all are Black
Just treading on tough roads
Where the deck’s been stacked

But, the shadow’s
No Johnny Come Lately
Long time it’s been around
And longer up, than down

From Pyramids to Timbuktu
To Garvey, Elijah, and Martin King too
Giants among few
Masters among pigmies
Envied and turned blue
Outraged at the thought of change
That would alter
The slave-master game
Recrown a glory
And rewrite our story

One that reads in simple words
Your success is eminent
And not absurd

You are proud
And destined to rule
Your hieroglyphics set the basis
For all the world’s schools
But the knowledge was changed,
Rearranged, and with it
You’ve been hoodwinked,
Bamboozled and fooled

But, at the end of the day
You’ve been up
Longer than down

You wore a smile longer
Than you’ve worn this frown
You’ve been wiser longer
Than a White man’s clown

But, you look at the shadow
Down trodden
Two pay checks from homeless
Worried and overly stressed

Black people, once proud
Now broke and depressed
It seems hopeless
Oh, what a mess!

But, there is light
At the end of the tunnel
A rope on which to hold
We just have to be bold

Say it loud
“I’m Black, and I’m Proud!”
Stand up! And remove the shroud
Join hands will all
Who look like you, like me
Our power is in our unity

Together as a solid wall
Nullifies Humpty and breaks his fall
As a crowd we form a safety net
That one day
The world will respect

Then, what was shadow
Will be in the light
Standing upright and poised to fight
Prepared to make a new life

One where prosperity abounds
As we re-member
We’ve been up
longer than down.


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Sunday, June 2, 2013

100% Employed

Go to school
Get a good job
Life is hard
For the out of work slob

Go to school
Get a job
No worries
They’ll always be work
From janitor to file clerk
Or one, atop the list
As Trump’s highly paid Apprentice

See, times have changed
Jobs run out
Plantations gone
Farms and factories fazed
Integration open
And Black businesses closed

Education available to all
Designed to keep
Modern day slaves on call

While the sciences of
Self-Mastery, Mating and Marketing,
Remain a mystery
And entrepreneurship back seated
To doing for self and
Letting freedom ring

Yeah, it’s a heck of a thing
Millions of collective dollars
Available to spend
Yet we set no trends
Continue to follow
As others bend our Will

Afraid to get down and dirty
So our children are like the wind
To and fro
Job to job
Prison to death row
Insecure because we’ve failed
And left them nothing sturdy

What skill will we pass?
What business will they inherit?
What institution will our lives outlast?

Oh, no worries …
Those are concerns for responsible adults
Those interested in limitless results
Those with a mind to be truly free
The courage to right history
And chart a new destiny

No need to be annoyed
Maybe tomorrow you’ll be
100% employed.


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