For All Points-Of-The-View.
by Dr.Rodney D. Coates ~
Memory speaks of a ship of slaves
Tortured bodies cramped in the belly of the whale
Pained reflections of what had been
Soft murmurs of amazing grace.
Back hung low with strain
Fingers knurled, cut and bruised
Cotton spikes and bosses laugh
Poppa sings of goin’ up yonder to see my lawd.
Freedom blues strain against concrete jungles
Nappy headed kids playing in alleys of despair
Junkies going wild, pimps all around
Momma sings ole happy days.
Justice delayed, people played
Stagnant hopes fail to redeem the dream
Spooks sittin in de corner store
Folks crying there’s gonna be a better day.
Playas shouting rap and rhymes
Ganstas playing nickes and dimes
Saints prancing in their new Sunday shoes
Family chanting it’s a brand new day.
Tis the reason why I sing…
Busta and baby –looking to see
Just what this new message goin ’ be
Steps up and declares it straight
Today –the change has finally come.
The song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips of her child..
Rodney D. Coates
Professor and Interim Director of Black World Studies