WHY WE LAUGH

[WHY WE LAUGH] A TOPIC INSPRIRED BY FLOWER RAE SHEARER
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... please listen to it while you read
http://youtu.be/35oxf3mXSL8

Even in the ghetto people laugh.
As a matter of fact they laugh louder.
They laugh to forget the bills and the chills of living in poverty among the paths and alleyways of the urban jungle.
They laugh in the shadows of liquer stores and check cashing joints.
As the police cars pull up and the crooked ass police get out and call em by their first names like that shit is cool.
Laughing as the teaparty spits racism all in Amerikkkas name.
Red, white and blue contusions and illusions in a 40oz malt liquer world.
Swisher kings and white cats that contain that quiet piece of loud.
Swirls of smoke that dissipate in the wind like dreams of being famous with a mic in hand.
While laughter rings among the bricks and the concrete... the playgrounds where children play and grow into adults.
In schoolrooms where false stories of mans origins are told to young listeners.
Laughter they say is the best medicine so my ancestors must have been medicine men and women as their laughter carried them through slavery and segregation.
As bodies with stretched necks hang from southern trees in full veiw.
Strange as it may seem...
Even in the ghetto people laugh.


hamzahfaruq