The Sell-Out at the Citizens Academy


A really good person thinks that he was a sell-out at a meeting or class he attended at the Citizens Academy, in Syracuse, New York. ,

The Class offered many students the opportunity to learn more about the government and/or how the city of Syracuse and its surrounding counties operated. Each week, a panel is involved as each person who is incharge of their department in Syracuse discusses what they do to make the city of Syracuse a better place to live. Apparently, no one has the courage to challenge its panelists on how non-diverse Syracuse really is. There seems to be monies available for revitalization and getrification in the city but not for much else. The poor in the city stay poor. Crime is rampant and rising as talks about the I-81 infrastructure takes true precedence. The area affected would be the poorest in the city and is the most dire for a makeover. Being that it would be considered a makeover, something or someone would have to go.

Back when Black people were forced out of the 15th Ward to make way for a new highway, those in higher positions turned a deaf ear to the people of that community. Today, with all of the meetings and forums created to supposedly invite voices to be heard about the I-81 viaduct, it seems those souls are being placated and patronized. A decision has already been made to tear down the eyesore known as Pioneer Homes. Although there are those meek souls and gophers who work for Blue Print 15, a company brought in to smooth-over the tempered voices of the soon-to-be decimated area, they steadily expect their check to arrive weekly. The Workers in the House quells those working in the fields. Visions of sugarplums dance in the heads of those truly expecting to move back into their old neighborhoods in a new dwelling alongside the middle and higher income level residents. Does this really seem realistic? Who would or could tolerate such? Why should they tolerate living next to a family that crime follows? Then again, Blue Print 15 was incharge of like communities in Atlanta, GA. Go figure.

But there is also the issue of diversity in Syracuse where it is perceived that persons of color don’t have the proper skill set to hold mid-level positions in companies. As an incentive to bring new companies into the Syracuse area, tax deferments or tax breaks (spread out of years) are offered. Do those companies hold the proper skill set to maintain employees of color. Of course, there are those who would say, “But at least they could have a job making a decent wage.” Is it really a wage that would allow them the luxury of living comfortably without having to secure a second or third job? And, what if the person of color is held to a different set of matrixes, a higher set, that could see them walked out the door of that job before they have met their probationary period?

Aside from and in lieu of all that, the person tried to incorporate Atlanta, GA into a question he asked: What does Syracuse have to offer me? The real question, as the reason he felt he sold-out, should have been, “What does Syracuse have to offer a Black man like myself?” I told him that I’m sure some people understood where he was going with the question, but everybody should have gotten it. Each panelist spoke on the wonderful qualities Syracuse has to offer. It’s just that each panelist, including Deputy Mayor Sharon Owens, knew that there was only one real race, genre, and nationality that mattered. White. A new proposed Aquarium, new downtown loft apartments, all the non-inclusive eateries and clubs that frowned upon the thought of intimidation or fear that accompanied a single or group of persons that did not include at least one white person were just a few joys of one moving to Syracuse.

What does Syracuse have to offer a Black Man? More crime, harassment, discrimination, discouragement, complacency, static. Just how would the panelists have answered that question? Isn’t the Black Man, and even the Black Woman, part of the economy they spoke about? Even the Deputy Mayor wouldn’t be able to answer that question with a stragiht face, since she was trying to save face. Yes, the gentleman could have been a Maverick from seeking an answer to that question. Would it have been worth it? Probably so. Were those waves that should have been ruffled? Yes and No. More Yes.

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

Loving a Badge with Honor


Black and Blue
is what they both wore
Just that, he donned a cap
And she, long-sleeves and shades
so the neighbors could reach out
His pistol he used brutally often
even while the gulf flowed crimson
A silent partner to a proud one
Her cross was his badge of honor
Someday, they’d all see her praying
Someday,
she would have to close her eyes
and feel thunder and lightning no more
and hear what her voice sounds like
Someday, he will close his eyes
and relive it all

Again, until We meet


The Dog knew it was Man’s Best Friend

He made his life worthwhile

as they aged, the Dog aged faster

And, as the Man aged, He ran slower

Their connection lasted through death

Protection then came by dreams

He knew He had taught Him well

Then, when His time was up

He no longer dreamed alone

Waiting patiently on the outside

With His lights so bright,

His best friend jumped into His arms

without jumping

As if guided by a leash,

He led Him into forever

Again

 

Just say, “No.”


When I ask your feelings
about something I did,
Humor me, then
Don’t abuse me

Don’t let me feel
I am doing it right, when I am not
It’s like laughing
without sound.  Poking at me

If I ask you your opinion,
make me feel like you’re staring right at me    
Let me see the truth
before your smile becomes a wall  

If pleasure never finds you,
How long will you ever stay?

Words are never meaningless,
as long as the right action is taken

Hustle


                              
Something is dead
Is it me?
Was I easily read
Or too far from reality?
I sold drugs on Rodeo Drive
Instead of sex
Then gave reasons to stay alive
Until I cashed the checks
Too much flash
Would give me away
Obvious ash
And I turned to clay
Drop-off from the carport
Brooks Brothers tie
In-Demand sport
Until it was time to lie
Oh, the loneliness can be mean
When your best friend
Is painted on treasury green
On an upward trend
Something is dead
Make sure I just check my tie   
And not the mirrored eyes of red

It’s too late for Love, (When You never even told me You Love me)


It’s too late for Love, (when You never even told me You Love me)

 

Sitting there

And everywhere

I look for You

But you won’t care

 

When I want You

 

I walk alone

On the streets

After leaving home

It just repeats

 

When I need You

 

But it’s hard

To put all this

Down like playing cards

I always miss

 

A better number

 

Where do I fall

In line of the others

When I risk it all

Under the covers

 

Selfish Lovers

 

You should have opened up

And just said, “Ah”

Your love I held in my cup

Like you were on vacation in a spa

 

It’s about time

 

From what I see

You’re not ready, Love

‘Cause I know that it’s too late for love

When you never even told me you Love Me

 

And what I feel

Listen carefully

I wish this thing of ours was real

And you cared for me

But now it’s just too late for love

When you never even told me, You love me

 

I could spend my time

Making dinner

Try to pour the wine

But you look thinner

 

My, You’re changing

 

When You go out

I’m never knowing

What that’s all about

You watching me glowing

 

Now, it’s my turn

 

So, I clean up nice

I have to say

Loosen that vice

You held at bay

 

I’m somebody too

Somebody new

 

Why stop me now

When you always ran

  1. Somehow

I’m using your words, “Yes, I can!”

 

You Did This

 

Honestly

I wish you had rose above

But it’s just too late for love

When you never even told me, you Love me

Beautiful Friend


Let’s go back

to the beginning

Oh, when we both got caught

but it was me who was sinning

With us

it was never about winning

Like who was best

before our hair started thinning

 

Beautiful Friend

My true friend to the end

 

Making others believe

was better than any other

Carried me on your sleeve

when I hid from my own mother

 

Times sure were good

I won’t deny

Did what you could

to keep that fire in my eye

 

Beautiful Friend

Stay with me to the end

Beautiful Friend

For you I’d give again and again

 

It seems

now we live a separate life

In our wildest dreams

never thought about a husband or a wife

 

But it’s so good

being just a phone call away

Still doing what we should

Keeping those memories at bay

 

An airplane ride

can only spoil the sea’s tide

No river’s too wide

to keep my friend from my side

 

Beautiful Friend

Over and over again

You’ll always be my best of kin

Beautiful Friend

 

You helped me

through every storm

What I couldn’t then see

You made me warm without a scorn

 

Beautiful Friend

Beautiful Friend

I’ll always bend backwards

for my Beautiful Friend

 

I hope you know

I’m your friend too

Just in case it didn’t show

I hope it’s not too late to say, I Love You

Beautiful Friend

To Say That


I want to say that

Everyone’s a winner

But that wouldn’t be true

At least

The way I want to tell you

And show you

How much truth there is

Would you even care?

I don’t really care

Because I can honestly say

I want to say that

Everyone’s a winner

But that wouldn’t be true

At least

The way I want you to hear it

From the mouths of babes

Virginal to delicate handling

Of something so delicate

But then you’d break something

Again

And again

Until any love left would be numb

To have succumbed

To the fact that

You can have worthless lessons

In life

And that

One experience can cost a life

And a life can cost

Love

And in the end

It is the one who was loved the most

That wins

For to have wanted to love

wins second place

 

I just wanted to say that