The Back Of The BusA Poem by JasonI wrote this on my sidekick while on the back of the bus... jus thought I would put it out there and see what kind of responses it gets...
So I like to sit at the back of the bus.
My backs to the wall,
And I can see everyone getting on.
But the entire civil rights struggle was
Ignited by a Queens decision to sit in
The front of the bus.
The struggle was for the power to do
What ever we choose,
Not to be limited to colored only activities.
So I like to sit at the back of the bus,
Smelling like the herb I just puffed
It’s had to give a f**k
When the green brings the green
From the one- twenty- five by ten smalls
That I stuffed.
But I do give a f**k.
And deep contemplative thoughts consume me
When I roll a Dutch.
So I like to sit at the back of the bus.
I dive into my minds basement to see that
My moral foundation doesn’t coincide with the
Life I’m living.
It’s hard not to hustle a blessing that I have been given.
So I choose to sit on the back of the bus
As I’m driven to a goal still unknown
To a world that only in my dreams have been shown.
© 2009 JasonReviews
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3 Reviews Added on January 8, 2009 Last Updated on May 1, 2009 AuthorJasonPhiladelphia, PAAboutIm 25 from the 2.ONE.5 (Philadelphia). One of the many shades of "black" comprise the color of my skin. No kids No woman, just really good friends. Ok the top part of my Bio was when I didn't think.. more..Writing
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