Where I Stand

Where I Stand

A Poem by DC Gentleman

I’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
Caught in the matrix

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 Gentleman


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Author's Note

DC Gentleman
Work in progress.. havent written in a while.. but I'm tryin to maintain a rhythm and no useless words. All critiques welcome.

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Incredibly solid impact through the walls of shame and hate and unrefined glass houses shattered in acrylic shards~ the swagger has intellect~ the bite has actuality~ the serving is no holds barred~
impressive impressions left in the reader's mind~
you have taken today's inside out world and turned it right side out with creative and evocative words utilized and formed to give a solid push of reality through the imaginary imagery~ powerful~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Incredibly solid impact through the walls of shame and hate and unrefined glass houses shattered in acrylic shards~ the swagger has intellect~ the bite has actuality~ the serving is no holds barred~
impressive impressions left in the reader's mind~
you have taken today's inside out world and turned it right side out with creative and evocative words utilized and formed to give a solid push of reality through the imaginary imagery~ powerful~

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"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"

Not a single useless word, start to finish. And I LOVE the quote at the end. Your words ring with so much truth. Well done.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a very good write, i agree with all you wrote.
Has a good rhythm .. not one useless word..Has a beat
and bares truths i really like this verse:

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 know so many wasting minds.. enjoyed your poem and style.

Peace
Chloe

Posted 14 Years Ago



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