I hear the beat of past drums, and the thought almost numbs.
I don't mean to hurt anyones feelings
I really don't care to bring up all
the dirty dealings
but I plan to face reality
which has almost made me
a fatality
It definitely made my race a fatality
Only a hundred years back
a brother reading and writing might
come under attack
Get the crap beat out of him
or get hung from a tree
In this suppose to be land of the free
Free for a light face
but even today not all the way for me
Here's my deal
whether or not I have any appeal
I'm a black brother that don't steal
so much for the sterotype
and the bullchit hype
about my color type
The time is ripe
for me to write my azz off
and I don't plan to land soft
Hard as I can hit
later on for the full chit
killing me is the only way I plan to quit
The ancestors had to worry
about the rope
I have only the bullchit to
keep in scope
The heck with some hope
I don't hope I'm right
I just simply plan to write
here and on any other freaking site
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
This is a Hypertext Book Release of the F. Scott Fitzgerald classic This Side of Paradise on Black April 23, 2016 which is William Shakespeare,s 400th birthday.
EDWIN