AlignmentA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionPolitics, like religion, is always a sore subject for folks. Not for me. Obama is my guy!I feel folks felt this day would never come, the President possibly being a black man's son. We just got back the right to vote, he's admitted that he smokes.... ay, Chief, you smoke? I wanna blow one with the victorious son, so you gotta win. Get a muthafuckin' Porshe Cayenne Turbo, blast some Big when you bend that corner, pulling up on Pennsylvania Ave., can't be late, though, you know the brothas and sistahs'll laugh. Black folks always running on CPT! You sport sensational style, I hear the little honey's around the way talking about how they love your smile. Got me reading up on the internet, studying the autobiographical. Maybe I'll find the grail that will make all of these dreams actual. I won't put that much stock into you, though. Just need to let you know how you got my vote. How, ironically, you're the foe of the last class of political folks to bring us hope. The inner city hasn't had this much hope since it was swindled and sprinkled with coke. You know those old hopes used to be found hanging from ropes, as avalanches destroyed the remainder of those. Somehow, I just laugh at them now. Them not knowing the new shape of the world, and the s**t that's about to go down. No more John Wayne's, acting like Rifleman, on the Ponderosa. Maybe we should have Michelle pull up in the Testerosa. The melting pot has finally boiled over, the ideas of the preamble, finally inching toward us, closer. Frederick Douglass can finally celebrate Independence Day.... maybe. We still have work to do for you. Go to the polls, show the faith and undying support for you. Before it was 'Vote or Die', it was try and vote... you just may die. So everyday that you continue to prove that impossible is nothing, you give this new generation the example... the epitome of something.... different. And while you're accused of soaring rhetoric, I'm reminded that the thought of us soaring anywhere, is anything but academic. Finally, in due time, America will have the right face to defend it. After all, we're all descendants and you sitting in the Oval Office just means that the future is undoubtedly in our presence. Thank you for your message, Mr. Obama., I know you're gone, and won't be back until November.... just thought I should mention... that I'm on your side, grabbing the bull by the horns, along for this ride! Can we touch the sky?
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Added on February 27, 2008Last Updated on February 28, 2008 AuthorMr. Deft DictionMorrisville, NCAbout“HI, BABY! HOW ARE YOU?” KAYLEE RAN FULL SPEED INTO A CROUCHED AUNT TABITHA, KICKING A LITTLE WIND OUT OF HER AMPLE FRAME. AUNT TABITHA IS MATTHEW’S STEP-SISTER, AFTER THEIR PARENTS.. more..Writing
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