(GENERATIONAL) A PIC WRITE SUGGESTED BY ALICIA PRICE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE…
We exist in the future of our ancestors past as our children will exist in ours.
We are the makers of that future as ours was made for us.
Ropes, chains and nooses as the freedom fighters hung from oak trees swinging in the breeze.
As our grandmothers child lie battered and bruised in the streets.
As we classed animal were bought and sold.
Our people fighting to be… To be.
Free.
And we arrive in the present integrated and infamous.
Known for our jigaboo and our coonery.
Running around trying to justify our right to use the word nigger. I.e… Niggas.
Trying to claim it as our own as our children lie battered and bruised on city streets.
Submerged in thug mentalities and Blondie dreams.
We who would have been free have been assimilated as food that feeds the beast.
Swallowed whole in courtrooms and worked for free in state funded penitentiary’s.
Pimped and whored on minimum wage jobs.
If that ain’t slavery… But then again I digress.
A child born today will one day look back from a future where we are past.
I wonder.
What will he or she see?
Strength or foolishness.
Will he or she be free in our future to be?
Seen?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
