JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
Break me off some of that 'We've come a long way' and 'Sure we aren't perfect.' Tell me how I'm satisfied for today, while your hands firmly grip my neck. Is it just me? that can see?
I will be judged, valued, evaluated and understood, by my black skin till the day I die. OK choose not to see the truth, Just don't replace it with a lie. Is it just me or can you also see. A routine traffic stop, a routine shake down on the block. Another policeman's gun is shot. A man of color dies, and as always ' shooting found to be justified. Tell me you can't see, hell maybe it's just me.
The name Sadaam is not a threat where I live. But the name Officer McCollister sure as hell is'.. Freedom seekers abroad are slain and my country scurry. While genocide is performed in my hometown, and then excused by a grand jury. Is it me? Am I the only one who sees? Most nations engage in war if left to their own device. Our choice-less children sent abroad, to pay the ultimate price. A mourning mother holding a flag and ribbons. Truth told, her son is dead because of a political decision. How do you fight terrorism in a foreign land, and protect the rights of local terrorist like the klu klux klan. When I look - this is what I see maybe it's just me. My starving brotha's and sista's the idea of depending on each other making them nervous. Are we unsure of a community unstable? Are we willing to deny our black culture, to take a seat at a white man's table? Once seated do we choose to ignore, our people left to survive on the crumbs which fall to the floor. Hey forget I mentioned it. It's just me that see this sh*t'
