PERSEVERANCE
Eye make My Bed
upon rising
Eye make My Art
upon the morning dark
dancing to the music
of black frustration
Eye make My Bed
upon rising
Eye make My Art
upon the morning dark
dancing to the music
of black frustration
On My Dresser
when I was little
I displayed a black & white
photograph of My Father
dressed as George Washington
for a costume party —
I remember His Girlfriend
as Martha
showing Me Her Skirts —
all Her Skirts
right down to Her Short Lace Slip —
I remember The Layers
as She counted
like the lime-green prom dress
I think I’ll buy
from The Salvation Army
to dance My Dance of Hip Hop
with arms revealed
legs concealed
Dr Blair was surprised
I didn’t end up
in a dumpster in New York —
Well — he’ll be a lot more
surprised
when Eye end up
as The New Darling
of The Black Revolution
How Do You Get To Be Anything
Without Being A Wanna-be?
NOTE: Eye am already
everything I have ever
wanted to Be —
except a helicopter pilot —
not YET