Black to the Future
My history is like Marty McFly
Trying to get its black to the future
He's gone back,
way back,
back into time
To find the origin of the rhyme and reason behind
The illicit love affair between then and now.
How did we go from communal lifestyles
Where women were respected
and
men were willing to go through any trial
tribulation
whatever it took to love and protect
the curves and hearts that nurtured its nation
to
Deadbeat dads being
the abnormal normality
leaving countless seeds
to figure out what true manhood was
all
by
themselves
and...
well...
the vicious cycle keeps perpetuating itself.
And where is McFly?
On the shelf of the library collecting dust
In the backyard of humanity
immobile because of the rust
that settled into its strong mettle.
I suspect McFly caused the Motherland to fall in love with the future
He took today's black from the future to the past
Showed her pictures of Obama as president
Tyler Perry as Atlanta's chief resident
Oprah Winfrey the most powerful woman in the world
And enamored with modern day African America
the woman of Africa made an impulsive choice like a little girl
Not knowing she would become like the woman in Somalia
searching for pearls on the roadside.
McFly didn't show Rosa Parks' feet hurting like brand new shoes
Didn't show the blues of slavery
the depraved debauchery of the middle passage
All she saw were stars in her eyes
Lust for money and power between her thighs
And insisted that McFly marry her.
I suspect she may regret her passionate choice
When she saw her people fight for the right to express the voice
of their concerns
only to turn around and retreat to the back of the bus
with its destination to modern day slavery
locked up behind prison bars of swagger slowing down our men
Causing them to commit three strikes
and they're out!
McFly...
McFly...
Can I catch a ride in your
Flux capacitor
Take my history
From Africa to America
to the future
in your nuclear reactor?
Let me see history in light of the factor
that there is still hope for
my
diaspora
were men are our strength
and women our joy
and villages raise children
who engage on a voyage
to a rite of passage
that leads to
emotional
spiritual
financial
relational
well being.
Let the African America our mother land was seeing
Become the pride of her ancient history
Bring the Africa and America together
to show their children's success--
although God's miraculous mystery--
truly makes
earth
and
heaven
ring.
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