I texted that to my BFF (Who was banned from here for something or another years ago). She called me on the phone giggling, and then emailed me a poem she just wrote. Doggerel she called it, but she was busy watching some serial killer show on Prime, in French, and had to pay attention to the substitles. Anyway, she wrote a lot of stuff years ago that was pretty good on civil rights and things. You can tell this one was rushed.
Life is Hard!!!
By Squeeky Fromm, Girl Reporter
Life is hard -
On Trayvon Martin Boulevard!
The windows at the chicken joint,
Are impervious to hollow point!
The five year-olds all carry bats,
The ten year-olds are strapped with gats,
By thirteen, they are jacking cars,
By fifteen, hooking johns at bars.
Chuck E Cheese is a battle zone,
For Women of Color on testosterone.
And Father’s Day??? Whatever goes-
Only Maury Povich knows!
Life is but a constant brawl,
And stomping heads in a free-for-all,
School is just a place to go
Until you are 16 years or so.
You pass along from grade to grade,
So the Teachers, they can all get paid.
Reading, and ‘rithmathick - you see -
The black kids ask - “Yo, wat dat be???
Then, every year a month is set aside -
To celebrate, believe it or not - Black Pride!
But by far the biggest, bestest joke-
Is that America was built by these folk!
Yes, you see - Life is Hard
On Trayvon Martin Boulevard.
And as long as we pretend that we don’t see -
This is the best it will ever be.
I always thought poets were failed writers who could not think in complete sentences but that was funny.
Hey, that’s pretty darn good.