My poetry is written to be performed so I applogize if the free verse is distracting.. but stay with this one.. its got a good ending 
Heres another cynical thought. Lets all gather again together and criticize corporate America.
We can, talk about the white man, because he holds all the power and he can change all the pain at whichever hour, but instead we see all the souls hes bought with his two black soles hes stomped all the hearts of the lost.
We can, blame the black man because he needs to pull up his pants tighten his tie, stop complaining and change his life!
We can, hate the Mexican for taking advantage of failures in immigration. It seems he creeps on each and every job; keeping citizens on the streets who keep begging for handouts but instead are being punctured by steel cleats.
We can, sneer at the Asian because he makes all the money we cant. It seems like every time theres opportunity we marinate HIM with chances.
We can, blame the Democrats, the Republicans, whatever partys running in, for the injustice unheard on this black pavement turned crimson from all the families lost standing on it. Fighting on it. Crying on it. From all of our American families dying on it!
We can, spit on religion for conceding to corporate collectivism. Canonizing cash then cashing in on church; its crazy. They consume communion like condescending spectacles but cant consider changing a life without sucking their testicles.
We can, look in the mirror. Look at the man looking at you looking at him for inspiration. Hes fought, fallen, failed, but worst of all folded when he had Ace high and he knew everyone else was just bluffing. When he looks around the dark room he points to himself for why he has nothing.
We whisper were free. While we stand here yelling about all the captivity. We scream and shout write poems to stimulate doubt, and the light we shine only shows were being led in circles with no way out. We talk about the white man, the black man, the middle man, the Republican, any man that stands in our way is credible for taking the blame. But in some point in time I was given the glasses of an epiphany and Ive come eye to eye with 3 process of maturity.
The first well sample is called the credit card mentality. In every choice we make there is a cost vs. gain, but here in sample A fame is the game so well crumble up cost and throw it away. Our choices are marked with consequences but well deal with them then, I dont quite understand it its like wearing glasses with no lenses. And when things dont work out theyll blame you, or him, or me, whoever the trend is.
The second is better off, and self-proclaimed and named the Alrighters. Theyve learned you see that you have to think before you act and THAT is a sign of maturity. They see the cost vs. gain, but still usually focused on fame, the professor hands out the exam, leaves the room taking cost and only leaving gain. Sample B will proceed to cheat off the blank for name. Hes selfish. Hes looking out for self because no one else will. Listen man, but Im aiight.
Then we come to sample C. Heres the man whos learned to be free regardless of his surroundings. He still feels pain and perhaps speaks out protesting prosperity procreating against poverty. But rich man or poor man he knows hes the man and fills himself with integrity. Instead of looking out for number 1 hes looking out for number 2 so that he can make this world a better place for you. And by sacrificing individual gain hes gained something far better. Not only can he appreciate this life, but also the one after. Even at the top of stress, the bottom of depressed, squeezed from being oppressed. Its my Character, he attests that blinds me from all these caricatures. He focuses on himself by focusing on others. He loves them when theyre down, carries them when theyre up, and he holds them in those times theyre simply out of luck. Jesus gave me sample C, and once I sampled it I couldnt leave. All this probably best summed up in the words of Whitney, No matter what they take from me, they cant take away my dignity, because the greatest love of all is happening to me. I find my freedom in myself, in my beliefs morals and love. And NO ONE can strip that away from me.
Heres another cynical thought. Lets all gather again together and criticize corporate America.
We can, talk about the white man, because he holds all the power and he can change all the pain at whichever hour, but instead we see all the souls hes bought with his two black soles hes stomped all the hearts of the lost.
We can, blame the black man because he needs to pull up his pants tighten his tie, stop complaining and change his life!
We can, hate the Mexican for taking advantage of failures in immigration. It seems he creeps on each and every job; keeping citizens on the streets who keep begging for handouts but instead are being punctured by steel cleats.
We can, sneer at the Asian because he makes all the money we cant. It seems like every time theres opportunity we marinate HIM with chances.
We can, blame the Democrats, the Republicans, whatever partys running in, for the injustice unheard on this black pavement turned crimson from all the families lost standing on it. Fighting on it. Crying on it. From all of our American families dying on it!
We can, spit on religion for conceding to corporate collectivism. Canonizing cash then cashing in on church; its crazy. They consume communion like condescending spectacles but cant consider changing a life without sucking their testicles.
We can, look in the mirror. Look at the man looking at you looking at him for inspiration. Hes fought, fallen, failed, but worst of all folded when he had Ace high and he knew everyone else was just bluffing. When he looks around the dark room he points to himself for why he has nothing.
We whisper were free. While we stand here yelling about all the captivity. We scream and shout write poems to stimulate doubt, and the light we shine only shows were being led in circles with no way out. We talk about the white man, the black man, the middle man, the Republican, any man that stands in our way is credible for taking the blame. But in some point in time I was given the glasses of an epiphany and Ive come eye to eye with 3 process of maturity.
The first well sample is called the credit card mentality. In every choice we make there is a cost vs. gain, but here in sample A fame is the game so well crumble up cost and throw it away. Our choices are marked with consequences but well deal with them then, I dont quite understand it its like wearing glasses with no lenses. And when things dont work out theyll blame you, or him, or me, whoever the trend is.
The second is better off, and self-proclaimed and named the Alrighters. Theyve learned you see that you have to think before you act and THAT is a sign of maturity. They see the cost vs. gain, but still usually focused on fame, the professor hands out the exam, leaves the room taking cost and only leaving gain. Sample B will proceed to cheat off the blank for name. Hes selfish. Hes looking out for self because no one else will. Listen man, but Im aiight.
Then we come to sample C. Heres the man whos learned to be free regardless of his surroundings. He still feels pain and perhaps speaks out protesting prosperity procreating against poverty. But rich man or poor man he knows hes the man and fills himself with integrity. Instead of looking out for number 1 hes looking out for number 2 so that he can make this world a better place for you. And by sacrificing individual gain hes gained something far better. Not only can he appreciate this life, but also the one after. Even at the top of stress, the bottom of depressed, squeezed from being oppressed. Its my Character, he attests that blinds me from all these caricatures. He focuses on himself by focusing on others. He loves them when theyre down, carries them when theyre up, and he holds them in those times theyre simply out of luck. Jesus gave me sample C, and once I sampled it I couldnt leave. All this probably best summed up in the words of Whitney, No matter what they take from me, they cant take away my dignity, because the greatest love of all is happening to me. I find my freedom in myself, in my beliefs morals and love. And NO ONE can strip that away from me.
