Supreme

Feelings and thoughts from A Black in America.

I’ve found the meaning of life

 

It didn't take long

 

I ain't have to look hard, just took one bus straight to 17th and broad

 

Meditated on the words of Saul Williams and Paul Dunbar

 

Until I

 

Started seeing numbers instead of stars

 

Through skin pass scars

 

Witness beeping colors instead of hearts

 

Until I

 

Studied, comprehend and pass on every single thought

 

Until each

 

Individual letter wrapped around my skull, formed new poems, turning my mind into its own

 

Beautiful

 

Destructive piece of art

 

Until I

 

Was able to answer my own questions on how to cut my own section Out of Americas Shrinking pie

 

Long story short, I just followed the study guide

 

Then walked outside

 

Looked the first white man I saw square in the eyes and said

 

"You can't hide s**t from me sir"

 

That game you think you bout to play

 

I know how it goes

 

 

 

So you might as well go rip your script

 

This s**t is fixed

 

And for once I'm coming out on top

 

Now of course this poor civilian had no idea what I was talking about, so to make himself feel "comfortable"

He gave me a dollar. And said God bless

 

             Before I knew it... I was in a n***a moment.

 

My inner voice zapping

 

"Ohhh! my n***a ohhh! dead a*s, he better thank God I just read about them poets b..."

 

 still not sure why my inner voice is a New Yorker

 

But

 

I just nodded and kept going

 

With my

 

New found focus

My singular purpose

I began to analyze what surrounded me

 

And the best way to describe what I saw was

 

A south Philly setup

 

Whatever "It" they chased that once seemed promising and bright

 

Morphed into the black hole that allowed their days to succumb to their nights

 

With one impulsive turn around the wrong corner

 

Dreams

 

Are tattooed by red beams

 

Teens

 

Immortalized on tees

 

Heavy smoke now fills a once bright scene

 

And from the ashes rising

 

Nightmares that reality brings

 

As they stay stuck in this trap, waiting for the Phoenix to finally spread its wings

 

Waiting for the same to never be the same

 

Just waiting

 

With no will to again attempt a change

 

Do you

 

Do get what I mean?

 

Naw like really, have you already seen what I now see?

 

If so, than tell me

 

Tell me my n***a

 

How the f**k do you go on pretending this grass is green?

Like Blood ain't still on the leaves?

 

Like papa ain't hang from those trees

 

Those Trees, they use to build coffins instead of books for future a me to read

 

How

 

How do you convince yourself that holding signs

 

And, marching in the damn street

 

Gonna actually bring results we need?

 

When they laughing at us on plush seats hand on button waiting for us to test our own reach

 

These “white” mother fuckers lazy bro

 

America in 2017

 

Just high def reruns of their favorite 80s scenes

 

Incite these riots

Insert new drug

Kill a couple blacks....

 

F**k it just cuz

 

While electing an entertainer to lead

 

And that's how you achieve

 

The REAL AMERICAN DREAM

 

Population control hidden under words like

 

"Cleaning up the streets"

 

All built on our willingness to fall in line with their scheme

 

But everyone you know "Woke" right?

 

N***a

 

Please!

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems. feed back please. If your not the type of "white" I am talking about, i'm not talking about you. IG:DirtyChaiSanchez