24 February 2005

How well do you fare? (Part 1) (By J. Love Kearse)

How well do you fare? (Part 1)

How well do you fare?
I see you sittin’ there
In your easy chair
Stop to stare
At the soap operas
Those false hope operas
Unaware that they're stopping ya
From accepting the accountability
Of personal responsibility
While you thinkin’ you big pimpin’
You’s the tool
Bein’ screwed by right wing politicians
While you sell yourself fo’ a little mo’
Cash assistance
How I’m wishin’
That you’re listenin’
It’s slavery’s reinvention
Of itself
See, massah’s in the slave house again
Rapin’ our women, killin’ our children and
Shippin’ our men to the pen
By the power of the system
Through the infiltration
of mass communication
of misinformation
causing the impregnation
and birth of an oppressed generation
with no greater expectation…
Except
To collect
A welfare check
And better yet
They taught you that
The more babies you have
The bigger the check
You gon’ get
But in order to do so
Your baby daddy can’t live in your home
I find it hard to believe that you can’t see
The break down of your happy family
Yet those that rape you remain
Shameless
Hiding behind the hood of government
They remain blameless
Because you chose your own enslavement
You’re trapped in a vicious cycle
Feeling like you just might go
Psycho
Consider this
While you’re sittin’ there
In your easy chair
Do you even care?
How well do you fare?

By J. Love Kearse 2/23/05

4 comments:

Oakleafmold said...

Steel and Steam! Explosive narrative roars forward with locamotive force. Huzzah! Great stuff.

Anonymous said...

Very good work J Love you are on your way to the top stay focused
the love doc j proc

J Ebon Proctor Sr said...

J love continue to let GOD lead you in the direction you're going this is poetry thats before its time thats what makes it so great I wish I could put your brain in my head always remember
DO YOU!! and YOU will shine AMEN

Bez W. said...

J Lo...lol i mean Mr. Kearse I was dumbfounded when i read your poem for the first time. I didn't know what to think. I guess it's good poetry when you make the reader speachless. The brutal honesty was scary to me at first, but then i realized that your poetry is the truth, it's realistic, and it's life. Thank you for waking us up!