Thursday, May 1, 2008

OOPS UPSIDE YA HEAD.....


I try to mind my own bidness, but when I seen that girl get smacked up side her head, I had to get my voyeurism on. Me and my co-worker Carl were minding our own business, painting some old rusted doors in the "Outta Control" projects. Me being as observant as I am, I began to notice a group of girls congregating by a car. Nothing out of the normal, so me and Carl continued to paint and shoot the breeze. Then all of a sudden I began to feel that same tension I use to get on the yard when something was about to go down. The female wolfpack was creeping towards the neighborhood hang out. I watched intently. Voices began to rise like the tide at Stinson Beach. Hands started to stray from their sides, eyebrows arched, top lips scratched the corner of noses, oh it was getting ready to go down. I knew one of the ladies from back in the days "Rosy". She was one of my potnahs girlfriend. But what was she doing out here, with these youngstas actin' hyphy for? Wouldn't you know it, when the sixteen year old girl turned to the right, Rosy hit her hard with a right. The police began to come down Larch alleyway, people scattered, the sixteen year old girl began to cry, pout, see she is on the Queen Latifah side, (kinda chunky for a sixteen year old) and usually she is the one who does the beating up, I guess today she got a taste of her own medicine...but from a 40 year old.

As me and Carl continued painting I received a call from John my boss, said he needed me to help Clay with moving some furniture. First of all, Clay is a lazy bum. He tries to fake the role of being a good guy, but I know better. He aint all that bad, but he aint all that good either. But now who is...anyway we are taking a table into the commu nity room and then there is a boom-boom!
I barely hear it and it doesn't sound too out of the ordinary, maybe its some construction going on down the street. Then I turn around and see one of the residents running with her hands in the air, "They shootin', they shootin'!"
Clay isn't moving, I look to him as he stands in the doorway, I inquire as to why he aint movin' his fat ass in the community room. He replies that, "You got your table leg caught on that chair and I can't move." I said, "If you don't move your fat ass out the way." I push the leg and basically scoot Clay inside. We wait a minute, see if the coast is clear and then I began to head for the office. Good ole Clay does what, heads straight towards the gunfire.
Although all the shooting had stopped, it just showed me the differences in culture that black folks have that other cultures don't. The biggest thing which I wish we could unadapt is the killing one another. Wake up brothaman/systagurl and stop the violence.

1 comment:

create said...

A proud observation:
When you take a look at yourslf...an adult..fighting...the yuth of our society...your the child..she's a seed being broken in2..life becomes da beast of burden..the crime ..waiting2b..reprimanded...this picture..gives me a second 2 live..a time 2 think and a life..going to hell..since when does defending manhood by junvenile
delinquency's ass being placed on da line...i don't care how mad..how
determine da incident becomes..the parent rules..the subject is brutality..taking charge of being..one..with no discipline...beating up teen behavior..your fault..no explanation what so ever..this is
called in today's youth moments..abuse..at 40 yrs..your ass
should search your soul...play your cards...talk to adult intervention...counsel the situation...NOT BE the examples FAILING...following paths uncertain
your da adult...without a life..your da one..that needs supervision..GOD HELP US..POEMENTRY'S CREATE


"THE CALM B4 DA STORM"
MY WHITHER LEAVES..BREAKS IT'S FALL
GENTLY FEEDS LIFE AS ..DA CALL..WHEN ENERGY FREES OUR DOWNFALL..WHEN THE BARK..LIVES..TO RECREATE A CAUSE 2 LIVE AS ANCESTRY

THE VOICE OPENS IT'S AIR...WHEN HOME PRACTICE LOVE AND CARE..UNIFY
TOGETHERNESS...WHERE BLACK PRIDE HIDES IT'S IDENTITY TO CONSTRUCT WARS IN FAMILIES..THE STREET...THE AN GOES OFF...ROUND 1..BREAK DA JAW...ROUND 2..GO 4 WHACHA KNOW..ROUND 3..BETTER GET SOME HELP..ROUND 4...THE FIGHT HAS ENDED
LIFE DIES IN INTENSIVE CARE..THE CHARGE IS SELF DEFENSE..WHERE YOUR DA KILLER..BLACK PEOPLE...2 KNOW THYSELF B TRUE..DON'T IGNORE..DA LIGHT..COZ..DA DARK TELLS ON YOURSELVES..WHERE YOUR HEAD..IS OUT 2 LUNCH..KEEP CHOPPING DOWN TREES..WITH NO LEAVES..DA BARK DIES..SENSELESS...DAM..GET A LIFE ..PLEASE..CREATE