Chrycka Harper, Poet & Literary Critic
Last Modified: 02:10 a.m. DST, 17 December 2013
I heard we are in the Nation’s capital,
but the government is shut down,
Obamacare is supposedly around,
and everything seems upside down.
It’s all a rhythm that I am not familiar with.
I don’t know what to think.
We never saw so many shades of brown
adorned with different expressions
of what it means to be brown.
Yet verses of ghetto anecdotes flow from boys’ mouths
Versace, Versace, Versace,
they can click their heels three times
and they still can’t afford it or even spell it.
But when I quote the Lord is my shepherd
and everlasting collective love,
they act like they can’t even see the picture.
Women waddling around,
arms tied behind their backs
only to get so far.
Multicolored lips, hair, and shoes
yet their minds still live in black and white.
they forgot about Lauryen Hill’s
doo wop doo wop
That thing in which we cannot speak
But their tongues are so familiar with.
Children running in circles
But missing out on the circle of life.
then its on to the next one.
I thought that we would give our soldiers the best weapons
But instead they get guns.