Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Just Be Quiet

Shut up
you talk too much
shut up
you yell too much
shut up
you preach too much
shut up
and just be quiet
for once
Just sit down
or lay down
and just be quiet
for once
and just listen
to nothing
and calm down for once
breathe for once
Just be
for once
or just think
on your own
for once
Just be quiet,
please,
just be quiet,
just be quiet,
Just sit,
and just be,
for once

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Obamunism

If I had a dollar for every random person that said something like "Isn't it great that Obama is...?" or Obama this or Obama that...I'd retire.

Of course these people assume that because I'm black, that 1) I'm automatically a Democrat and 2) that I would support Obama, and 3) that he's like the Second coming of Christ. He's not.

Great orator, very telegenic, very intelligent, very intuitive, and a master at speaking vaguely, saying a lot, but saying very little to nothing with policies and issues. "Change", "Hope"...these are the magic words that politicians use in every election.

Put aside the emotional attraction to him, and look cognitively and rationally at his record and policies. Very very liberal...socialist...Obamunism = socialism to be honest. If that's your political ideology? Fine. If not, take a look at the issues, not just going by media hype. I still dare anyone 25 or younger to name 3 specific policies that they support Obama for.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Baglady

My first published poem at John Carroll University

Baglady

Everyday I see her hunched in the corner,
legs crossed and arms holding her life's possessions.
Everyday people pass, not saying a word.
Eyes glancing and not acknowledging,
bodies marching all accordingly,
like robots to wherever they have to go.
There she sits motionless without a stir.
Yesterday I did not see her, nor today.
That lady with her stained white cotton hat,
brown skirt, black holey stockings, tan down coat,
grimy crinkly brown skin and bitten nails
with her head down, and her arms tightly around
a life that once was; where had she gone?
I stopped, and thought that for a second. Then I
rushed to wherever I had to go, just like everybody else.

by Shabazz Malik