Smoked Screened Personas Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Pitiful.
Most of them have lost their way.
Within smoked screened personas.

All of them are given nicknames.
Branded upon them...
From their earliest birth days!
And the ones that are given,
Don't offend them at all.
Until they realize...
'Poo Poo' and 'Mookie'
Aren't what they wish to be called!

Their minds haven't graduated,
From elementary school!
Most of them stalled on urban street corners...
Perfecting the fools they were!
And to drool together in clique pools.

Dysfunctions intented and excused by ignorance.
And quite an appetizer too...
For the local newspapers, TV shows,
And other marketing nonsense!

And this is exposed to inspire the young?
To remain detached,
And to keep statistics of this numbing 'some'?

'Yo, mama...
Wassup? '

~Young man,
You will not address me that way!
Not in this 3rd grade class.
Now take your feet off the desk!
And sit up straight fast! ~

'Go f-k yo'self! B-t-h! '

We've taught them how to fill in these blanks...
On their own!
Haven't we?
Pitiful!
And now far to 'priceless'
To correct!
This dismissed 'cuteness'!