This is our future?
The failures of our education spelled
In connect the dot patterns of shattered glass
Across the beer and piss stained concrete;
The smoke strangled laughter from the hallways
The curlicues her legs make
As her soul prepares to evaporate
Leaving behind a curvy shell
To be crushed
Under pressure.
The failures of our education misspelled
In the profane slurs of graffiti strokes
Across larger-than-life billboards,
Advertising liquid dreams with which
To drown your struggle.
Yaki, kankelon, smooth, silky, permed 100% human hair
That may not make you beautiful but the goal is
Simply: not to look like
Yourself.
The failures of our education rhythmically
Pumping through that ass bouncing bass-line
In politically incorrect grammar and
Grammatically incorrect politics;
All they know is they mad
A child proclaims with the wisdom of a sage
When the complaints, prayers, war cries,
Curses, poems, new age fast-paced spirituals
And tired sighs of abandon
Mingle together into a language
Disregarded as primitive
Because compassionate disdain
Comes a whole lot cheaper than understanding.
But this, is our future
Wanton apathetic extensions of ourselves
Long-legged and loud-mouthed,
Flicking her tongue ring with her lighter;
This, wrapped in gang colors
Brain full of THC, rap lyrics, and video game codes;
This, fueled by a proud and sordid past
What shall we hand them to seed their gardens?
Someone has to believe
Someone has to believe,
Because this full-bellied girl-child
Is one generation in the bloodline away
From becoming a grandmother
A grand-mother.
Someone has to believe
Because this, is our future.
