Last week, our first installment of Street Voices focused on the homeless in Philadelphia and the ‘One Step Away’ program which sponsors their talents. In today’s issue we will explore the work of some extraordinary young individuals in the Philadelphia area courtesy of CRED magazine and The Village of Arts and Humanities. Enjoy!
I walked out my house yesterday’
and was greeted with a .44 automatic firearm
I was told if I made any move I’d be fire on
now this was some sh*t I could not take lightly
cause the Philadelphia police do not mind killin’ a
Now remember I ain’t sayin “nigga” like the slang word
like the color of my skin is dark so they won’t hesitate to
pull the trigger.
So I stood still, not makin a move
cause I didn’t want them to do me, my fiance’ and my three-year old son
like they did the MOVE
Members…and murder me in cold blood then get on TV like,
I’d do it again. So what.
Then they got on some extra sh*t and took me down to the District.
But before I could even start to bitch
cause right then and there they could’ve pumped six in me
these are the same people who gave Mumia the death penalty.
And once they let me go I still don’t know what I did wrong
but then history shows that
in the city of Philadelphia
is a crime
Early Bird get the worm, but the other birds still hate him
Cuz he has the same favorite Sonic Youth song everyone else does
And it just ain’t fair.
But such is life, filtered and re-filtered until the plot line’s coherent
A romantic joke though isn’t it? But what’s the point of all this time,
if I have to spend it waiting?
Early Bird gets the worm, but he also has to make his own coffee
Cuz he wakes up to no one every single time.
The working world needs cooperation, and if you’re lucky, that’s just showing up.
It’s not pathetic to be a player, if you end up being a winner too
(but no one’s counting, but no one knows).
Early Bird gets the worm, but for minimum wage, that’s too much for the asking
And the other birds still hate him
With his rotten wormy guts.
Tomorrow is a new day,
And the worm colony gets an armored tank.
The Black, Uncivilized Animal They Said
To my ancestors:
the hopeless the
rarely hopeful slave
they say we’re uncivilized
what we had before
you took away
was gold kingdoms
true religion peace
and hope our families
care love for every kind
those people so-call
animals we are not
people yes we are
they lived in caves in the time
of the viking we lived in kingdoms
big huts homes yes they were
we are the black so-called uncivilized
Noor, 5th Grade