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young white sburbanite (excerpt from “the village”)

Posted in humor, music, poetry, politics, prose, racial discrimination, satire and sarcasm, social commentary with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2010 by blackstarr

on any given friday night,

a young white suburbanite,

cruises in his beamer,

into the city, bose blastin’ fiddy.

he sports the latest, greatest, hippest, dopest, phattest rags

that his daddy’s silver spoon could buy,

but that silver spoon is the very reason why.

he protests the riches that they don’t deserve,

lashes out at his very own private federal reserve.


he’s looking for some black flava,

or some brown suga’,

or some white powder,

music getting louder.

young white suburbanite,

in the middle of the night,

loses himself in another man’s culture.

not understanding the subtleties of cp time,

he hits the club way too soon,

stands around with beer in hand,

realizes that the night was not so well-planned.

but he’s fly and hip and dope and –

and thinks he’s ahead of his time,

but the reality is that he simply

got there way ahead of time.

the music swirls within his head,

and the sistas think it’s so dred

that he’s holding his own,

while out of his element.

but to his detriment,

the beer pulls him to the dancefloor.

now, whitebread ain’t so fly no more.

and we think “ooh, that’s gotta hurt!”

beer has him moving to the beats,

the sight has us fallin’ out our seats.

“yo – young white suburbanite!

some fly sista would like ta get witcha”,

but homeboy’s homeboy has had

one too many rollin’ rocks.

young white suburbanite

struggles with all his might

to get his homeboy standing upright.

now, homeboy’s homeboy wants to fight.

young white suburbanite

came to the city,

blastin’ fiddy,

lookin’ for some black flava,

or some brown suga’,

or some white powder.

whitebread

got that gangsta beat going ‘round in his head.

cruisin’ in his jet-black beamer.

he’s just trying to understand

why we always catch it from the man.

tries to understand what that’s like,

he beats a path to every open mike,

struggles to get a feel for what it’s like.

a fruitless pursuit and he can’t see why

he can never feel the pain like you and i.

he innocently protests and lets out a sigh –

“it wasn’t me and i refuse to carry that lie”.

it’s neither out of compassion,

nor because it’s popular fashion,

but, instead, because the guilt of the fathers

prey upon the innocence of the sons.

**********

on any given friday night,

deep within the urban blight,

from dusk until daylight.

lookin’ for some

black flava,

brown suga’,

white powder.

out of the gloomy mist and into the light,

comes an urban legend . . . a young white suburbanite.

copyright  2008  blackstarr

freerealm@gmail.com

Lose Yourself by Eminem

Images: silver spoon (metalmuseum.org), Rolling Rock beer (hoppsy.com), Flava (myrunkspace.com), Bey caricature (pinoypix.com), Philadelphia skyline (wordfromtheweb.com)

Day 10 (I Just Don’t Know)

Posted in humor, social commentary with tags , , , , , , on July 19, 2008 by blackstarr

BRA STRAPS

Did your bff say “Oh, you look GOOOOD, sweetie!”?  Or did you take the ill-given advice of some crazed fashionista?  Or is it that you just don’t care?  A woman wearing a sexy top and letting her bra straps show, is just not sexy.  This is for the heterosexual women only:  You get dressed to go out.  You’ve looked in the mirror and said “Oh, I’m just so cute”, and you head out the door.  What was that all for?  Was it to let the fashionista believe that she guessed the next fashion statement correctly?  Probably not.  My guess is that you dressed in a sexy manner to look good for that hunk that just might be walking the streets at the same time as you.  Yeah – that’s why.  So take it from one of those “hunks” that you supposedly dressed for – the straps peeking through IS NOT SEXY!  Knock it off, will ya?  Not to worry, though.  There are some options, two in fact.  Keep the bra on and wear another type of top that actually covers the bra.  Or (and this is my personal favorite), keep the sexy top on and take the bra off.  Keep the sexy top on and take the bra off.  Keep the sexy . . .

WHITE TEES and HOODIES

Marshall Mathers didn’t start the trend with his video, because I saw white tees and denim way before the video debuted.  I realize that it is this generation’s fashion statement.  Throw in a hoodie, and you’re dressed to  the “T’s”.  I don’t even dislike the style, I mean, it’s OK.  I don’t get that everybody is walking around with the exact same outfit on.  There is absolutely no individuality in dress.  That’s  OK, too, if that’s what you like.  I know that when I was in my teens and early twenties, me and my friends wore all kinds of clothing, and it was to buck the system, to be so different that they’d be scratching their heads in wonder.  It worked.  Saggy pants are working, too, but, that’s another story altogether.  I was just wondering if anyone knew how the “white tees and denim” fashion trend started.  My guess is probably some particular music video that was all the craze at the time.  I’m not sure, but, perhaps you know.

THE CROWN VIC

Speaking of music videos, I will venture to say that this, too, came from a music video: WTH makes guys (and I guess women, as well) think that it is cool to ride around in a Crown Victoria, looking like a cab driver or a plain-clothed policeman?  Everywhere I go, in my neighborhood, I can’t get to my destination without seeing three or four Crown Victorias along the way.  Who said that this was a cool car?  Music videos have an extreme strangle-hold on today’s youth, and something tells me that I’m right – some video featured a “hero/villain” who was just oh, so cool driving through the streets in this bogus status symbol.  BTW – most of the ones that I see are parked on the side of the street, awaiting their ticket from a policeman.

Well, I asked my daughter and son what they say when someone has been “outdone” on the dancefloor.  Duh?!  Why didn’t I ask them to begin with?  Anyway, previously, I ask that question of my readers, but, now I know.  My kids say that the phrases is “You got served”, or “You got owned”.  Cool.

copyright  ©  2008  freedom

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Flava of the Day is Mo’ Better Blues by The Brandford Marsalis Quintet