Where I StandA Poem by DC GentlemanI’m afraid.. That the person claiming To be the voice of this generation is… An idiot
I’m afraid.. That looking intellectual Is outweighing being intellectual Self worth being measured in “swag” The slogan of this generation is a unified .. “L.O.L… my bad” “Hata blockas” concealing face Concealing eyes that say nothing A mind is a terrible thing to waste
I’m not afraid.. Of metrosexual gangstas Sippin Moet at fashion week Keeping it “gully” with Gucci bandanas And Louis Vuitton man bags Excuse me.. Purses Spittin rehearsed cliché’ And ebonically laced language That Rosetta Stone doesn’t make a CD for… yet
I’m not afraid.. Of MySpace/FaceBook thugs Walking aimlessly In jeans sagged to the middle thigh You can't escape being snatched off the street Trapped Of so called gangsta rap Clowns Promoting jail like the new black You new jacks need to sit your five dollar asses down Its indeed time for a change Simple minds continuing to do simple things But ignorance is not bliss. Writing your name on a census Isn’t proof you exist The revolution is not imminent But it IS necessary Time to elevate our way of thinking
I’m afraid… Of what will happen if we don’t.
“No, man who continues to add something to the material, intellectual and moral well-being of the place in which he live, is left long without a proper reward” - Booker T. Washington © 2010 DC GentlemanAuthor's Note
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