THE FRONTLINEA Poem by Rene Velez
THE FRONTLINE
A Poem by Rene Velez I'm still waiting for that hug from my dad and the "I love you" but it won't pass because he's past on, life doesn't last long and so I wait, hiding these emotions with my poker face, a gift from the ghetto and the language of a swearing sailor, I carry my thoughts in a knapsack filled with burdens and failures but I bet most black men feel like me with a fight or flight response, my chances are between one in three honestly, we have polls in the hood thanks to the media like FOX News, according to them, even in Jordan's I'm in some fucked up shoes, it's my prearranged marriage with America and the boys in blue. So I walk the city streets bobbing my head to my freedom tunes stored on my Ipod, downloaded from Itunes, checking my nine and three O'clock at all times with an invisible sign on my back that says: "BECAUSE OF MY COLOR I AM GUILTY OF THE CRIME" As they entertain their horrors of the black man taking over but the reality colder because it's fueled by hate...Oh wait !! have you seen the movie, Rise of the planet of the apes? © 2011 Rene Velez © 2016 Rene VelezAuthor's Note
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Added on July 5, 2011Last Updated on July 7, 2016 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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