POEM OF THE DAY

January 21, 2009

Time - 9:25 a.m.

This time yesterday morning,
I was preparing to go to the mall with my mother
to get free cosmetics from a class action lawsuit.

George W. Bush was still president.

Bill collectors still called just to fuck up my day
and my pan sausage was beginning to make its way up my esophagus,
because I hadn’t taken my Zantac.

People were still cleaning after MLK day parades and now preparing for Inaugural balls.
Obama and Michelle looked happy while waving at America.
I worried for not only his life, but his burden
as well as mine.

I waved back at my television.
I said aloud to myself, “I need a new t.v. because some flags I saw
looked pink, beige and green”.
Yeah, I said it to myself. Aloud!

I thought of what Osama Bin Laden could be thinking if he’s still alive
and if Joe Biden felt just a little bit
like a second fiddle.

I thought of how beautiful the day was
and of how many people had died the day before just missing out on a piece of history
and owning a piece of this new found pride.
Did it matter to them?
Did they dream of this day?

I thought of world peace and said a silent prayer then said my usual, “Good morning God”.
But within minutes misplaced my faith.

I thought of fools and their thoughts
deception
greed and lust for power.

Could our country be saved?

I thought of who would be first to be exposed,
their sheeps clothing sheered to the bare naked ass
exposing their attempts to fool the masses.
You know it’s coming.

I thought of what it must feel like to be President of the United States.

That was yesterday…

Today, I feel as one,
united,
together with my fellow man.

I feel American.

I feel like time can’t pass fast enough for me to do my part
to just do something
for someone
so that my life and my story would all not be in vain
and to show that the dream of those that had died the day before
has actually taken life.

Time - 9:30 a.m.

WYLD STYLZ