Here & Now

Here and now I walk through the tunnel in the village where the children are raising the adults, rather than exult in the beauty that is life, our people make the same mistakes in hopes of different results. We don't consult politicians with our ideas we give them ammunition to banish us, damage us and call us names that make our ancestors cry from rage, further enslaving us through poverty, economically breaking us down, coercing us spitefully as we jig like a clown. Force-feeding us lies about their hopes for our communities yet they don't spend enough time in it to reflect; can't connect with the generations because our children lack social intellect. I expect to be heard whenever I have an issue, keep your tissue doctor, this session has come to an end. We can no longer pretend to be blind to the demise of our confused youth. The truth lies in the eyes of the beholder and then we turn a cold shoulder to the generational deprivation standing before us. Were we not once adolescents, birthed from the founders of civil rights activist, preachers, revolutionaries and fighters?

Although a lot of our younger people are getting married too many more of them are being carried to their graves. Shackled to these streets and the thrill of fast money, neglecting their morals for the spoils of hustling, tussling any hope of a positive future because negativity and bad decisions consume them. Their becoming parents before they're even considered adults and then society shuts them out and classifies them as misguided adolescents. Their descendants are working 2 and 3 jobs to put food on the table not being able to monitor their children merely because the cost of living exceeds the amount of their salaries combined. Defining them as lower class poor people. I can go on about this for days and what will it change, with all of the stains from the pain of disappointment, all of the praying and the straying from anointment, all of the cries from the lies to be repeated and we still walk tall but we're defeated. As individuals we fight but as one we overcome. Creating new foundations should be our motivation, straying away from the explanation for why our youth was slain. Disdain repeating, humane depleting, our society is returning to ruins. Misconstruing the advice from our peers, spares piercing our backs like earlobe's. We have been betrayed by those we expected to be the most loyal, royal fools they've made us, failing schools they teach us in, our children learn more about the killers instead of those who were killed, confused by the curriculum yet they are socially promoted, devoted to the media where the truth has been distorted. Harassed in class because they rock their flags showing pride for their sexuality, when they should be applauded for their individuality. Reality is, that too many people are afraid of the truth, they protest to get rid of shelters yet they stay mute to get rid of guns, our sons and daughters are losing hope in tomorrow because today is full of worry. Hurry and run to HRA and stay shackled and bonded by the leash they'll keep you on. It's wrong to think you'll be able to get off of it when they flaunt it to keep you coming back for more. Sure you don't have to work for a living, who are you kidding when your rent is less then your cell phone bill. The thrill of being irresponsible is the normal these days, childish ways and indecision help keep us imprisoned. I'm exhausted by all of this truth. We should feel responsible for all youth and not just our own. Because in this small world you never know who our kids will bring home.

Will they come home? Being gunned down in the street is more common to see then a graduate who pledged Greek. They kill us and then display our criminal record all over the news because we are the villains and they are the superheroes you choose. Compassion for your brother is needed, not a march. It only insights riots that further puts us in a box. This is a new world that is completely visual, our day to day should be where we take a stand. Plan to be viewed as something more than a fan. A fan of the supremacist that has made you inferior, your superior wants you to hate your brother. Go on tv and disrespect one another. Shove our demise through the primetime screen and call it love but none of this shows what we are really made of. The height of competition, the misguided repetition, why do you think they fear us? Our minds are amazing, our skin so rich but you dumb us down to just being a nigga or a bitch. Do you hear yourself? They hear you, so keeping looking for their respect, your intellect subjects us to the rhetoric. We are our own worst enemies and until we find our bond they will continue to enslave us.