Live around me
But not through me, because I want you to be your own person
Jump over me
But not on top of me, because stepping on people is a painful thing
Walk behind me
But not next to me, because I want you to learn from my mistakes
Skip to your lou
While I stay a pace with my own beat
Write poetry
Not nonsense
Think independently
Not socially
You call these letters
But I call them philosophies
You say, “Model”
But I say, “Pin Up”
You say, “CD”
And I say, “LP”
Your hand is always down
But mine is always up, because questions are a beautiful thing.
You say, “Handcuffs”
But I say, “Shackles” because they put more of a limit on mans abilities
You say you’re religious
And I scream, “ Blasphemy”
You say you’re an independent thinker
So I ask you, “What does the Swatchka truly mean?”
You put on your snap back
While I put on my fedora
You say, “Rap or Hip-Hop”
And I say, “Folk or Indie music please”
You laugh at me because I eat with chop stick.
While you gulp down pounds of food with your spoon
You put on your Jordan’s or Nikes
While I put on my Casual shoes
You say, “Bitch”
But I say, “Woman”, because she’s a beautiful elegant being.
You say, “I’m not black”
And I say, “You’re right I’m just a normal human being”
Peace
