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…
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
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
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

22 February 2005

24 Hours (by J Ebon Proctor Sr)

24 Hours

If The Whole World Were Blind We Would'nt See Color.
All Women Would Be Sisters All Men Would Be Brothers.
If No One Was Homeless And Everyone Could Eat.
No Nations At War We'd All Live In Peace.
If The Poor Were Rich And The Rich Were Poor.
We'd All Appreciate Each Other So Much More.
If Nobody Cared If You're Straight Or Gay.
If They're A Good Person Treat Them That Way.
If There Were No Illness All In Good Health.
We'd Wake Up Each Day Feeling Good About Ourselves.
If Children Were Parents And Parents Were Children.
Inside We'll Understand How Each Other's Feeling.
If I Could Give My Heart To You.
You'd Feel Like Me I'd Feel Like You.
If I Was The Person Who Had This Power.
I'd Change The World For Just 24 Hours.

J Ebon Proctor Sr

In My Days, We Had Fun (by J Ebon Proctor Sr 2004)

In My Days, We Had Fun.

Let me take you back, Back into time.
When life was fun, and things were just fine.
When you woke up in the morn, and all day you were gone.
But kids had their butts home before the street lights came on.
Remember all the good shows like The Jeffersons & Good Times.
Fellas, remember the penny loafers when you put in the dimes.
Or the bike gangs, All day we would ride.
Ladies, remember wearing those blue gym suits outside.
Remember 8 or 9 kids puttin’ in their feet.
Sayin’ my mama & yo mama playin’ hide & go seek.
Everywhere you went was with all of your friends.
Remember schoolboy glasses with the initials on the lens.
I love the days, When things were much better.
I had my name across my shirt with those iron- on letters.
We would be on the court playin’ around the world.
I know you remember the Commodores & Potsey Girls.
When we wore Lee jeans and shell tops on our feet.
When “The Hub” used to be on the other side of the street.
Where Wal-Mart is was JC Penney for us.
We used to stand in the hallway to catch the YATA bus.
Remember representin’ your side of town.
Or going to the Chang Chow when you could sit down.
When the Princess St center was the spot to dance.
Nobody got shot, We fought with our hands.
This is my Old School poem.. now I am done.
Even though we didn’t have a lot, We had fun.

J Ebon Proctor Sr 2004