POETIC INTRODUCTION ESSAYS ON EDUCATION
WHO WILL TELL MY PEOPLE?
Why do the mis-informed,
foolish, ignorant and stupid
dare say I have not the right
to look at my people.
Who painted you Black?
Where is the brush?
How many more colors
will the world see?
The big financiers the
champions of big
business and banks
look to the legislature
and called the shots.
They also sent agents from
academia who had a different
culture claiming to record
what they did in the Ghetto.
Meanwhile the genius of Donny
Hathaway and marvelous Marvin
Gaye really told the Ghetto story in song
Delta Blues men, Son House, Mississippi
Muddy Waters, John Lee Hooker, Luther
Allision and Howling Wolf told our story.
I heard the sorrowful blues guitar strings.
Hot licks, every melody and lick a story.
Not always a blue story. But a story of life
and survival in a unique fashion.
My Lord, I heard the cry of the Black
man, woman and my Mamma and Daddy
who came from black belt Alabama in the blues.
James Brown soul brother number one
stopped the lies as no one could pretend
to have his soul.
But where were the Black intellectuals?
Who is supposed to lead the charge?
Meanwhile the preachers ran to the
Outhouse. This foul place is where
he hid the silver.
They said the Black intellectual went
through the front door and out the back
door. Shame and honor he wore
hidden up his sleeve.
The Black independent press stood still.
They waited on advertisements as they controlled
the editorís thoughts, which blew away in the wind.
A wretched world has produced a desire
for no Truth, wisdom or knowledge.
Truth held no premium neither did
opinion for it is not yours if it came from
Were there some bent on sacrifices?
Hail to the taskmaster without choice?
Hail those chosen to be in that number.