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…In his head

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    by Raymond Nat Turner

    Dr. King’s Dream come true,

    In his head! Black folks way better

    Off, in his head, Rev. Wright was

    Wrong, in his head!

     

    …In his head

    by Raymond Nat Turner

     

    Headin’ downtown on the D train

    The other day I overheard oration—

    By a fella, to a fella, from a fella 51/50

    “Mexicans takin’ our jobs; they hate

    Our freedoms— but blurred lines,

    Beyonce’s booty, NAACP Image

    Awards, Robin Thicke & recovery

    Jus’ roun’ the corner; smart phone,

    Dr. Dre headphones lift me outta

    Poverty; smart bombs protect my

    Freedoms; I got 2,000 Facebook

    Friends, a poke away, who gimme

    My kidney & bone marrow transplant!”

     

    Booming baritone thundering in

    Harmony with the train, he continued

    His melodious, rhythmic catechism,

    “Since ’08 things been Great,” in his

    Head, Dr. King’s Dream come true,

    In his head! Black folks way better

    Off, in his head, Rev. Wright was

    Wrong, in his head! “Yes, we can,”

    In his head, mo’ Black folks have

    Homes since World War II, in his

    Head! Mo’ Black wealth than ever

    Before, in his head; fewer Black folk

    Dyin’ fo’ they 70th, in his head; mo’

    Black men goin’ to college than jail,

    In his head, liars figure but figures

    Don’t lie, in his head, in his head,

    “Change we can believe in,” in his

    Head, police stopped shootin’ us

    Since that beer, in his head; we

    Cool, long as Big Brother brown, in

    His head! Oratory swelling like a

    Dark cumulus cloud, lookin’ me

    Dead in the eye, “This election the

    Mos’ important election ever…”

     

    The rich say that every time,” I snapped.

    He leapt up like a man possessed, banshee-

    Rebel- wailing, “What, you ain’t votin’?

    Nigger, get away from me, you is cra-aaa-zy!”

     

    Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com

     

    Raymond Nat Turner © 2014 All Rights Reserved

     

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