Pain of Overstandin

Overstand eclipses
that enveloped particles
of energy that was
engineered eleven doubled.
It’s a time frame,
break down 22 years
of learning, searching;
then being forced to
rewind when the
soul touches the
95th degree parallel.
You see
Afrika is the
origin,
Amerikkka is the
prison,
and Omaha is
home.
Barren are the
prairie fields,
ripped by wagons
which were covered;
protection and deception
used to decimate
a people,
as their tears
created mud.
Horses were stuck
yet the owners’
will were strong,
as today it remains;
the pain caused
still cuts deep
for refusal of history
does not balance
culturally,
when truth and liberty
becomes a falsity
upon their thinly pressed
lips—
Too much overstanding
for a brutalized people
who no longer
recognize the scars
left from whips,
22 years of learnedness
so, I must drink to dull the pain
as I see
scantily dressed queens
shakin’ hips….
in new millennium juke joints.
Blunts for my brothers
as they search out
covers,
wanting to release their
pain
between 2 thighs,
so high, they think
they can fly,
coming unprotected
between both sets
of parted lips.
This is new millennium
pain therapy.
Dr. Welsing only
touched the surface,
for we are faced with
deep psychological
pain—
And for those of
us with overstanding,
stagnation is noticed
frame, by frame, by frame.
It is not easy
on Babylonian streets.
Lot didn’t look back,
couldn’t look back;
pain deep, shepard
for the sheep,
the Most High
was forced to
slaughter; I wish
I didn’t overstand
what is happening to
our Northside
sons and daughters.
For every generation
made mistakes
as mine is no different;
we allowed Hip-Hop
to become a commodity
because we hungered
for dinner.
If we could only
witness Mama flashin’
them flood lights and
come in and listen.
They thought integration
was best, yet now
our unity is missin’,
and missin’, and missin.
What’s the mission?
as we set our sights
on houses painted
white—
Let us be truly
critical
and for once use insight
with hindsight
to get it right.
For November 5th in
the early A.M.
nothing will change
for this captive
nation.
It is up to us
to begin to heal
our own
degradation.
Think Omaha,
think BPC,
think USA,
see what I see,
understand what I overstand
and I will continue
to extend the hand
so connections
will be constant and pure—
over the covers
and out the manure.
ã2008 Clarence Barbee