If this world were a contest then the trigger would be pulled faster than the ink can dry on this paper. Because we are drones, slaves to the streets, masters of nothing and ruled by a false culture. We are ridiculed chewed up and spit back out alive and half functioning with no guidance or any sense at all. We are labeled as nefarious miscreants to society, half dead and bleeding eternally. We are mentally stripped of education and culture. Our garments are torn and we are naked and psychologically being led away in chains, until the only thing that is left is twerking YouTube videos and ignorant rap lyrics from “ganstas†with rich daddies and Harvard educations. So when I say that we are headed back to the future, know that I mean in chains, invisible to the naked eye, but mind numbingly visible. Our culture has been diminished and our children speak of nothing but name brand clothes like they are being paid to wear them. Whose fault is this? While in our homes Lil Wayne, Nikki Minaj, and Miley Cyrus are our children’s role models, and they imitate us with our middle fingers waved in every Instagram and Facebook selfie. Who are your leaders? We know nothing of true heroes because they are being flooded out of our lives and filled with Juicy J and Drake lyrics. Our futures are destroyed and we are being led away in psychological chains back to the future because we are dead in pop culture, obsessed with swag and name brand titles like we are being paid to wear them. And I plan to make a difference even if that means changing only me. It begins and ends with me, but I will guarantee that my future children will know their strengths. The will know where they come from, they will learn their history as I am learning now. They will know that beauty cannot be defined by who has the best clothing, the most money or the most likes on a webpage. They will know that true beauty is defined by the character of the man and the contents of the soul, and they will know God. We live in a time where the killing of unarmed men, women and children is not recompensed with swift justice, but a pat on the back and unlimited access to publicity, putting on a show for the physical and mental hangings taking place every day. While we sit back and support an industry that only allows our people to play the parts of thugs, murderers, whores, mammies and maids. So when I say that we are headed back to the future know that I mean in chains. Constricting the blood flow to our brains and trapping us in our own ignorant mental world, void of knowledge and power. We are a dying breed unable to resist temptation and only interested in partying our lives away, Getting swagged out with name brand clothing like we are being paid to wear them. Taking Instagram selfies with our butts poked out. Only to be passed around by gawking men who only want a taste of your superficial photos, empty minds and a** implants. Yes we are a dying breed, sticking our noses up at all who are different when we are all the same, no one is original anymore. We sit back and complain about white people stealing twerking and advocate for this. Yet our children think that Martin Luther King Jr. died on a cross for our sins. They can barely spell read or write, but if you ask them the latest trend or to break down the latest dance without hesitation move by move, lyric by lyric they will recite ignorant ignorance. Individuality, originality and creativity are a dying breed and we no longer think for ourselves. But we are being deceived openly, mocked arrogantly and slandered everywhere led away in shackles and we welcome it. Aborting our own truth like a child from the womb. So when I say that we are headed back to the future know that I mean in chains, with nooses around our necks and ignorance in our minds, blissfully unaware of the future that awaits us we are here.
Tali
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mrmelody7 says: Heady stuff for one so young--you have a jump on your peers |
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TamaraD says: Snaps, Claps, and Standing Ovation!!!! I 100% agree with u. Wonderful piece |
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Tali says: Thank you Mr Melody |
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Tali says: Thanks so much TamaraD |
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Charles2 says: It is wise to question everything in order to search for the truth. in a world full of noise only an enlightened soul can be free to listen and hear the music of the soul. |
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Tali says: Thank you I appreciate you reading my poetry |
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DallasCowgirl says: Glad I ran across this! So real!! |
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love_supreme says: We need more of this kind of poetry on the Vibe. |
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Poetry Vibe
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