Monday, February 05, 2007

gettin' up, gettin' out and doing somethin'

have you ever seen a ghetto bird?


sure, you say, of course.

there's dawn who lives down by lexington

with her 5 kids and deferred dreams.

oh, and don't forget mrs. ann's kim

who left here

only to come right back

with a habit


you're right, the kims and dawns

are ghetto birds too

but not the kind i ask of

i'm talking about that one ghetto bird

who always seems

to have its eyes cast

upward

while the rest of the flock

is busy pecking

at the fruitless concrete


have you ever seen a ghetto bird fly?


fly? you ask. they don't fly

i mean, not too far from here anyway.

there's a few that try

but wind up discouraged

and eventually content themselves

with only hopping

from perch to perch


i've seen a good number of

high flying ghetto birds, i share.

i've seen them soar

above the jagged mountains of

at risk

and through the stifling haze of

disadvantage


have you ever heard a flying ghetto bird's song?


no, you admit. can't say that i have.


well, once they're used to

trusting their wings

they sing a song

to the other ghetto birds

down below

it goes:

i'm soaring

reaching heights unknown

freeing my soul

as much as i wish

you could be up here

with me

i've realized it's

too hard to teach

someone with their feet

planted so fimly

in the ground

how to

fly.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

beautiful

chocolathoughts said...

damn! thats what i was gonna say! ... DOPE KID, REAL DOPE!

POPS said...

word. extra fly.

DJT said...

you are sooooo deep! I love IT, SISTAH....