She sings the Church songs on Sunday
and tries to emulate the feeling the singer had
In its absence, she taps those soon-to-be
manicured nails on the table
and taps those eight years old Shirleys
that even God would question on the floor
She bows her head and damn near speaks
in tongues that even the tongue can’t decipher
She taps the mind to make it believe, like she does, that She is doing all the right things to make it into Heaven’s God’s grace
She can’t wait ’til Church is over
So She can resume how others see her
All along, She was planning her day
Tag: stage
Intimidation vs. Peer Pressure (Discussion)
A lady told me that her son was going through something in school. It was made apparent that her son was “sweet” on a young girl in his class. And she was “sweet” on him, too!
Well, other young boys, in the class, knew that her son was fond of the young girl as well. Their mission: to turn the young girl against the boy with good grades. “He ain’t all that!,” was what had flowed in the class. The young boy wanted to fit in.
He comes home one day and exclaimed, “I don’t like her anymore!” It didn’t seem like she spent too much time in getting him to explain the sudden change. But yet, she knew of the boys intention to pretty much disown him because of his prestine reputation in the class. She shrugged it off.
So then, I said, “That’s intimidation.” No, it’s not!,” she said. Intimidation is when somebody has an ultimatum to fulfill. He didn’t feel as though he had to do anything.”
I said, “You’re wrong. So wrong. And I don’t even have kids.”
Good Night Glory
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Let me tell you a story
About a young buck South
In his nighttime glory
Getting high off his tunes
To later use one or two spoons
Minding his own business
Short of a neighborhood
Where his own kin lived
But that wasn’t enough
Came a lone-star stranger
Hoping to strut his stuff
Alerting the Po-Po
About his urge to blow
One whose smile was hard to glow
Stay back, they said don’t go
Like jumping from a rooftop
He made the kid stop
The pistol told a different story
For the cop and
Lone-Ranger gunning down
The nighttime glory
Stand Your Ground
Was the law they found
To cover up gagged and bound
And rid themselves of a Bassett Hound
Happens almost everyday
When night takes a walk in the day
The wrong way
Nighttime brings about fear
When things become missing it’s all too clear
That it must have been them
The ones who used to swing from a limb
But what’s past is past
Not in the midst of a law built to last
Maybe it’s just a slap in the face
Getting back at the darkness who won the race
Shame on America
When an unjustified death won’t disparage ya
A stalker is the aggressor
It’s doesn’t take a rock scientist or professor
To see that
It’s still about dollar signs
When a repressed Black man is bombarded with wines
And spirits
Damn near Whip-Its
Keeping his head underwater
He barely feeds his daughter
Let alone his son
Who’ll always be on the run
Because the Judge became executioner
Placing the blame on a juror
Who arrived with furor
After a brief tour of
The decision she would rise above
Six out of twelve
That was all was needed to send the dead to Hell
The Defense made a rinse
Out of the Prosecution probably made to straddle the fence
Jesus died for the Jews
Saved a man with a name who helped hide all the clues
With Justice
Because it just is
Now they all can take a pill
Shoot at will
Aim to kill
Yet and still
Until
A lighter shrill
Gets a fine thrill
From Tonto at the mill
Then nighttime glory
Gets paid for his fatal story
Stand Your Ground Law
Shole does have a fatal flaw
Those who lied
About what they saw
Need only be despised
By their mental claw
We know they saw much more
Women telling untruths so their butts won’t sore
Or
Men of his peers
Who supported a cause like one against steers and queers
Is it still envy toward the young buck
Who has all that hangin’ and still down on his luck
Whoever wrote “The Message”
Needs to come out of hiding and re-write the passage
Of the Black man
Who can’t even stand
When there’s a rule
That calls him a fool
For being a tool
In a tar pool
Even if he has gone to school
Where is Glory?
Glorious, but Notorious
Glorlous, but Notorious
Has this World got enough
room for us?
Dark Hands
Light Hands
Everybody wants to leave the stands
Prayers sent out in song
Faithful followers don’t know they’re wrong
Glorious, but Notorious
Has this World got enough
room for us
As pressure builds
Hearts are thrilled
Do it up with drink or get pilled
On the cover
of Page 6 News
Quite a different lover
Now you got the blues
Where are the clues, for fools?
Glorious, but Notorious
Can your body
hold all of us?
Over the seas
You are a hit
Bell-ringer breeze
Let ‘em catch you in their mitt
Clothes on
They see the diamond sign
Glorious, but Notorious
Make ‘em go blind before you’re out of time
Tick-Tock
Goes the pretty clock
Glorious, but Notorious
Who’s making all the fuss?
Everyone’s a Winner
In front of them all
You’re ready for the test
Lights, camera, curtain call
Vow to do your best
Stand proud
Feel your place
Be nice and loud
Do it all and give great face
When you do what you do
Who can do you better
The stage can hold only a few
And tears will only make it wetter
Let it flow, after you take your cue
Even if you’re a beginner
Everyone’s a Winner
Some just do
more than they have to
Applause
Settles the cause
Why else be in it
If you’re gonna be in it
A Standing ovation
And you rule the nation
Smiles can tell lies
But joy clouds the whites of their eyes
Perfection
You throw in their direction
The main event the main attraction
They want no less than satisfaction
Let it flow, after you take your cue
Even if you’re a beginner
Everyone’s a Winner
Some just do
more than they have to
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