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Open Your Eyes Open . . . your . . . eyes They are not there All of those people Why would they care That you haven't been liberated, Educated, spiritually emancipated That the only thing you feel is . . . hated Open your eyes That's not opportunity "you see" Just another quick flick, I mean fix a more mental slavery Phat Farm, Sean John The limos and the "bling" You see, that's where success takes us When we're good at anything Rapping, balling, Even pulpit shot calling Sometimes I wonder why He keeps the sky from falling Too many of the right words Never get played, read or heard But we're still writing and reciting We figure it's better than fighting To survive, to stay alive, Marking territory we've been denied, Don't look surprised We've learned to thrive on lies We're so busy waiting For those acres and the mules That we can't find the time To stand up or grab the right tools Tools of power: revelation and knowledge Financial freedom and college If we don't possess the land Then slavery really isn't abolished OPEN YOUR EYES Open your eyes Open your Eyes |
Additional Notes:
Phat Farm and Sean Jean (urban clothing lines)
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2005-02-28 22:36:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.83333
Latorial– An emotional charged piece vehemently addressing inner racial/cultural
issues. Protagonist title and subsequent verbiage (IMO) metaphorically and adamantly
is an appeal to Blacks of all ages and stations to become conscious of the “real
world” and its ‘bona fide requisites’. Furthermore, scribe inferences these present/
sell out/readily available/easily excepted enticements are beguiling. The ending
refrain(s) are emphatic and gives a sense of finality. Thanks for this personal ren-
dering of a bold reflection on a pertinent and current situation. TLW