sideman…

sideman

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

not that person anymore…

not that person anymore

wide-eyed optimist
carrying bible
from
one high school class
to
the next
reading the text
in
study hall
even
believing
that freedom
was
obtainable
along
with
unobstructed success
if one
only puts forth
honest hard efforts
but now
i’m
a self-defined survivor
all grown up
with
a greater sense
of
my own history
and
its stages
of
delusion
and
foolish trust
so now
i’m
drained
of
milk and honey
and
filled
with
the liquid steel
of
reality
and
truth
what about you

deep-seated human rights problems…

crime doesn’t pay
unless you’re building a nation
then everything from murder
to rape is appropriate
to become a superpower

 

schooling…

child
you gots to learn
to be
proper
none of that
street talk
and
don’t you dare
use none of those
swear words
lord knows
i’ve tried 
to
teach you
some manners
but
you’re always
fooling around
trying to be
so cute
and
clever
i’m telling you
for
your own good
you
gots
to learn
to be
proper
otherwise
black folks
are going
to treat you
like
they’re
white