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When my people
Will realize
that the prize
that bedazzles
their eyes
isn't forbidden
or hidden
as before;
for our ancestors of yore
kicked the locks
off the doors ,
and flung them open wide
so that cultural pride
could be restored.
Yet aside
from a menial few
they remain in a zoo;
the ghetto,
the slums;
How can love be construed
as peddling drugs,
or gangs of thugs;
or drowning misery
inside of the suds
of a can of beer?
Living in fear
for poverty
is always near.
Trash littered streets,
polluted creeks,
deadly diseases
too mighty to defeat.
Ludicrous!
But yet they insist
to dwell like this;
as if the ghetto
contains a bliss.
See them party .
See them dance.
Do they ever
envision the chance
of living without the struggle?
Of rising out of the gutter
to show the world
that our ancestral Mother
had a dominant gene?
Do they know we are supreme?
The masters of Nature;
The original Kings and queens.
Not the ignorant lot
who were destined to rot.
Have my people forgot?
or have they lost all hope,
for their minds wear the yoke
to this day.
Yet this message I've wrote
is a cry
to the eye
that can see
but wonders why
nothing's changed.
Why it rains;
Why the sunlight
has never came
upon their world,
except to hurl
a stifling heat.
Why dreams unfurl
as rotten fruit;
Why their pursuit
of peace and happiness
has no root
to keep it steady.
Yet I'm ready
to be your guide.
My people will you let me?
Jay all rights reserved
For a very long time
I was inclined
To be a superhero,
And in my mind
I could see no
Other force to stop me.
I was bold and cocky,
And those fearless warriors
That I copied
Led to my rational blindness;
Yet in my mother’s kindness
She approved.
But today I now find this
A critical move,
For I grew with the mentality
That I had to be
Made of dominance.
A trait that saddled me
Until I stood in prominence
With a man’s mental wealth;
And I felt
Free of the image
Of someone else.
For there’s no limit
When we journey as our self.
It was hilariously insane
As I chose nicknames,
For the multiple personalities
I became;
And it baffles me
When I reply my past;
How I cast
Myself as others
To see folks dash,
To praise another
Of my magical feats.
How I speak;
How I act;
The mask I keep
To hold them back .
But what do I fear ?
What could ever be so dear
To me
Than to appear
In the purest degree
That evolved from his breath.
For who else
Should I portray
Until my death ?
So today
I think I’d rather be myself.
Jay in Florida 2004
“The most glaring source of an afro
American ‘s woes today is the sad fact that
we’re not happy with our own image “
Join me!!