M.E.D.I.A

I can see hear, see, and feel you, but I could never touch you
Which is probably a good thing, because sometimes I wanna punch you
I can simply look at you and you can sell me your dream
How come when I look away I don't see the same thing?
Even if I was illiterate I could still read between the lines
Is this just the way of the world?
Or is it the sign of the times?
I lack a valid opinion, pressured to adhere to your standards
When I ask no stupid questions, why do I get ridiculous answers?
I tend to block you out, but my associates associate with you
And even when they can't agree with you, they still share your view
I could live without you, but that seems to be only figurative
They say civilization is dying
You're the reason its as sick as it is
Torn between our worlds, they have to be intertwined
The more I observe you, the more I study myself and my mind
I don't meet your height or weight requirement
Why do I even let you in to my environment?
The more I let you dictate
The more I fabricate
Just so that I can relate
Which allow your words to hold weight
As I come to the realization
That you have no hesitation
In thinking that your lack of education propelled your occupation
This only causes me frustration
You tell me how to
Think
Walk
Dress
Talk
Eat
You feel justified in determining what's beautiful when it's only skin deep
You glorify
Destruction
Judgement
Drugs
Crimes
Obstruction of justice
Mass murder
Suicide
I'm not saying its not there, but its still not fair
How you make us feel
Yet you don't seem to care
My ignorance allows you to influence my actions in parts
But like a transplant, I have a change of heart
I know that I have to accept your power over my world
Or in it
Because no matter how much I'm against you
I'll end up in it
So in this open letter
All I ask is that you do better
To represent me
My people
My life
My struggle
My story
My future
But in me is us, so I guess I mean Ours
Music. Entertainment. Drama, Internet.
Is this Art?

Here's A Story...

Ok, I heard a really interesting story today that I would like to share. There are 2 young boys, one white, and one black, walking down the street together. Along the way the white child picks up a rope and carries it, white the black child grabs a stick as his souvenir. When they get done with the walk the black kid asks his white friend, "Why did you pick up that rope?" The little white boy's answer was simple to him. "I have this rope so that when I climb up to the top, I can pull my people up with me. Why did you pick up that stick?" The black kid's answer was just as simple. "I have this stick so that when I get to the top I can beat my people from coming up there."
All I can say to this story is that when that white kid pulls his people up there, they will be able to push him up higher. His "top" has unlimited potential. That black kid, his "top" will surely be limited.

K. He's Black. Now What?

Watching the season premiere of one of my favorite shows, "The boondocks", inspired me to write this blog. I feel that a lot of us are okay with Barack Obama winning the presidency. And it stops there. So being the first black president is all that matters? What about universal health care? What about the war in Iraq? What about the unemployment issues?
Now I realize Obama is working on solving all of these problems, but where are we in voicing our approval? We wanna complain about people what don't agree with him making news airwaves, but none of us are taking a stand for him. Every decision this man comes with is met with scrutiny by every level of congress. Where are we now? Wearing a shirt with his face on it isn't doing the job anymore.
"We the people..." If this is true, why are we the people afraid to voice our support for the man we put in office? Our thoughts are, "I put him in the house. Now he's the one that has to change it." Bullshit! Bush had an army of supporters among the protesters. Where's Obama's army?
Realize what they are trying to do to us. Every policy he comes up with is met with more rejections than a black man at country club in the deep south. This is to halt progression. So in the next election, we look at what's changed and see nothing. Then who do we blame? Will you vote for him again if we're in the same situation Bush left us in?
Pay attention to the conspiracies at work around you. They know we cannot be stopped by them. We proved that in the election. But we can stop ourselves. Don't let them make us lose faith in a black president. Help him help us. We only have 3 more years.