I Bear Witness
I sit, I watch,
And I grow ever more obsolete
As I bear witness:
I bear witness
To a once vibrant people greedily gulping down society's hemlock.
Even as they claim to be "keeping it real", they continue to kill, maim, and despise their own
In hot pursuit of the prime directive with the passion of a sheetless Klan.
To Black fists in the air in false solidarity promoted by self-serving poverty pimps
As the world looks on and giggle at crooked fingers pointed elsewhere.
I bear witness
To the superficial attempt to ban the "N-word"
While the new "un-ni**as" stand around watching
Children killing children and fathers drugging sons
As they celebrate, lionize, and enrich those who denigrate
The very womb of their culture with impunity.
To a generation of lost knowledge, cut off from its roots by Ronnie's "Just say no" generation
Of crack, greed, death, and political corruption;
A generation where the new N-word is pronounced "Responsibility"
And the keepers of the flame completely ignore the destructive power
Of bitch, slut, tramp, and whore.
To the reckless disregard of the words uneducated, irresponsible, and classless.
Should we not ban these words as well,
Or should we ban banning words altogether as we celebrate their meaning?
Yes, I do bear witness.
I bear witness to a new world - a world where gross ignorance comes disguised as enlightenment
And funky sneakers look down with disdain upon the sweet smell of Florsheim;
A world where saggin' pants and gaudy glitter enable country bumpkins to masquerade as elegant
And the exquisite surrender of eloquence is the very essence of what it means to be hip.
Where's Langston? Where's Baldwin? Where's Oscar Brown, Jr?
We need you stormin' this beach, because
I now bear witness
To a world where motherhood stands alone,
To be "dope" renders a smile,
And posterity embraces the wind for paternal sustenance;
A world where the walking dead strut about rapping the wisdom of idiocy,
And we praise the illiteracy of vulgar nursery rhymes as profound;
A world where salvation's final gasp is compared to the pigmentation of brown paper bags.
Malcolm, Martin, where are you?Â I once stood with a crowd.
Now seemingly alone, I'm forced to bear horrific witness -
True witness . . .
To the imminent demise of our people,
And my heart bleeds.