Living The Dream

Sharing my alter ego again.  Hope you like it.

Black Pride

Source: Living The Dream

 

Pic courtesy of http://www.womenology.com

 

-Michael Cleaves

Living The Dream

Got up from the Woolworth’s lunch counter, messy with condiments;

Used prints to create a dashiki

Marched all over the southern land, sight-saw strange fruit;

created jazz

Mixed in my education, like a Benetton ad;

uplifted my community

Wore black boots, with black caps, called myself a Panther;

hypnotised a world with Black Power

Unleashed my abundant hair, called myself Beautiful;

introduced a ‘fro

Police stomped my face, sent shepards called German after me;

mainstreamed Rap

Threw my fist in the air like an Olympian, receiving gold;

started profiling

Remembering that dream hasn’t been easy, changing a klan cherished history;

Rap got gangsta’

Beaten even when one couldn’t breathe, now black lives matter;

Confused as to whether we are beginning anew, causes we forgot to remember?

 

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Party Girls Why Do You Hate Me?

©2017 E. R. Smith

Party girls why do you hate me?

You dated early choice boys who forsook me

Always invited to the party or to club

Me? Home studying how to live above

How do I move from welfare to fairing well?

Well, I missed the parties, the boys, your circle of love

Party girls why do you hate me, I adore your pretty babies?

Stopped by every shower to shower you with a first paycheck gift

Left wondering at the ousted feeling on my skin,  a bad whiff

Why do you hate me? I wondered at the choices of mates you mated!

Jealous of the choice boys you sampled in the community

Wanting to be held, but more held above other women, highly rated

I waited….a    long    time.   Saw you all from time to time; raising families

Jealous of the love surrounding you, wandering where mine lay hiding

Graduated BS, MSEd., good job, okay looking lady seeking family

God sent him and then my dearest daughter’s love, abiding

Married black family rare and true, but I’ve done nothing to you

So, why do you hate me, when’ve I’ve only envied how God blessed you?

The Eyes of a Child

Photo of infant courtesy of Rebloggy.

©2017 E. R. Smith

Eyes of an infant,  ponder aged faces and smile

Eyes of an infant, see beyond put ons and style

These orbs recently sent from heaven see keenly

Screaming wails when passed to those unseemly

Neonate vision, a blessing that’s spoiled

Groomers readjust oculars God oiled

Vision captured by glitz, fool’s gold

Leaves child open to dangerous control

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As my light changes with the horizon:

There will be no dawning of a new face

no 90210 actor, with Nip Tuck deface

want to be recognized for Dirty Dancing

 decades past, memory lasting

as years paint locks Fifty Shades of Gray

I’ll  be working the whip, silver fox hunting prey.