The tribe

Watching the fume escape the cylinders of a wrecked Cadillac while my  
Color lay on the streets hunting one another over  worthless chicken  
penny ....I was scared of my color ...the black American .....they  
knew I wasn't one of them regardless the color .....they could tell  
from the dress code .......a lanky one approached me in a rude  
manner ....I would have called the cops but what sense would it  
make .......having the law imprison my black brother even while he's  
still a prisoner of the American society ......it's like administering  
lethal injection to an inmate after serving a decade in  
jail ...........nevertheless...he wandered away while I continually  
played a deaf man to the rest public.

These were my brothers and sisters back in Africa........until we sold  
them over fancy objects like the mirror because we thought like humans  
with pig brain.

On the adjacent street a couple of teenagers ought to be in school  
stood at the corner rolling dice while money flew in the air like  
particles......they have accepted an incessant gibberish  
fate.....either we are athletes or artist ......if not we have no  
other ways of surviving the American society but to gamble on the  
streets and peddle drugs

Like the eygptian, we forced our own blood to exile....even the  
beggars on the streets of Lagos are better off compared to what am  
seeing in Akron ......I wonder what Brooklyn, Bronx,Roxbury, New  
Orleans, Georgia etc. would be like....... American dogs live better  
than the poor black people living in the streets of America

We are no longer fighting for rights, we are no longer trying to show  
the hatred filled racist that it is self evident that we are all  
equal............See how the black rappers move from grass to grace to  
grass......multi-millionaires turn bankrupt after her reign is  
over ..........just like African leaders the never think of the coming  
generations ...so they spend extravagantly and donate only when  
some one's watching.

Going deeper into the jungles of Akron .....I took off my wristwatch  
and switched off my celly.........a thousand stares........pierce  
through my body like I was the naked Saint Lucy.........understanding  
and analysing the cold atmosphere.......inhaling impurity-filled air  
mixed with cigarette and marijuana...........I cared less about my  
thereabout ......watching this young folk digging through hotel  
garbage ......the hoteliers threw out excess into garbage and my  
hungry brothers starved............obviously I became a thief's  
possession .....sooner or later I would be stripped and  
robbed ....getting as close a I could to the hungry folk ......I  
purposely left a $20 bill and made away from the  
ghetto ......straight home to streetsboro