WOULD U

wen i speak
do u feel weak
wen u hear my thoughts
do u feel caught in the web of hopelessness

wen i say black
do u feel its an attack
or a lack of understandin on my part
or just wrath
comin from me do u see
me
as a tret to your safety
wen i say whitey
do u consider dat bigotry
if i say i cared not about politics
would u consider me an anarchist
if i say no to religion
wold that be considered
an extention
of my misconcepton
about what u think of me
do u see what i mean

if i said i didnt smoke
or take coke
would u take it for a joke
and cry then wonder why i told such a lie
are u upset because my poems sometimes make u fret
about the future of things to come

would u call me a brute
if i wore a suit
or said i was cute
do u think i would be a better writer
if my poems were lighter
spoke more about nature
or some adventure
that gave me pleasure

would u love me more
if i spoke less about the poor
and talked about the women i adore

now after listenin to this
are u lookin for a twist
or just another rhyme
in the next line

thew solutions that u seek
will not be in the streak
of a pen or even ten line
of mine

the problems are the same
but dont blame me because i see
that part of reality
that pains
and stains the heart
i came into this life
with neither guns or knives
i made no laws
with all its flaws
about black and white
and whats wrong from whats right
i speak i write of what i see
of men holdin men in slavery
of color class and greed

so dont blame me if wen i speak
u do feel weak
i did not create
tell me this now
would u accuse me of causin a riot
if i was
quiet
would u

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