Breaking The Cycle - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Hyphenated misconceptions of deception underlying inner truth.
Rebellion obscured by obscurities hidden truths. Man has yet
To evolve from being controlled. Controlled by electronic whips
of the TVs, and DVDs... Soundtracks and cds, he wastes his days.
In a rhyme, for a time, I shall put reject in spit... unlike most
fools, mere tools; I will not turn my back, bow my head, and take the whip.
With a skip and a hip, I stand against hip-hop, polly whop; It is a drop!
It is a drop: That like the juggernaut is unstoppable. Certain things
Like kingpins and drug lords they aim to stop. Before enhancement of society,
They stop. Therefore, with a skip and a hip, I stand against hip-hop, polly whop; it is a drop!
The iTunes- -the tunes, being spooned - feeding trash into our kids.
Innocent children, forced into an angry world, to make their bids...
Bids... Bids… Bids that with sanity and sanctity should not even be an option.
Fast girls, shiny pearls, premature sex, child pornography, leading to abortion.
Filth being Fed into their minds to opt for the fast life, fast rides, and quick rewards,
Thus, two steps, and a day away from today,50% of our young men are befriending Ward
-ens. Populations of the prisons just keep rising; the college attendance of our brothers
Keeps falling - wasting the effort of the ancestors that came before. Not bothered
By the rising acts of violence in the ghettos,
Giving in to self-inflicted pathos.
The black man’s mind is his own block to his retribution. Retribution,
Breaking free of the mental and physical association with death…
People, here comes our part... Artists, poets… have you not realized yet.
That in the dual between the pen and the gun, the pen remains standing.
For the actions of the gun die, but the fruits of the pen continue on living.
Come Lets stop the cycle of death from reliving… spins and turns... Be the stars
The youth deserve, not the hamsters
That cannot get across the curve.
Do it for the children… Do it for the love!
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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