What Do You See?
What do you see when you look at me?
I’m just a black man on the stage reciting poetry?
Well, I’m stirring up the pot of the appropriation of blackness
So don’t you ever try to define me
I’m trying to start a movement, that’s my mindset
I’m feeling elevated, like a pilot
Solomon McBride, a name that will forever ring
Everybody just hasn’t dialed yet
I’m chosen, well-spoken, with intellect
Taking doses of this life that’s prescribed for me
I’m the echo of freedom and fruition
And the product of success and revolution
In an effort to change the zeitgeist, I must perfect my eyesight
To correct my awareness, in an effort of preparedness
To tap into the potential that’s growing inside me day by day
Hour by hour, resembling the flower in your neighbor’s garden during summertime
Blind to the constant negativity and efforts by others for me to succumb
Letting the steps I must take represent my cleanest suit, because this is my date with destiny
And she’s looking rather appealing, she testing me, making me examine how I’m going to get her
Not if, see my persistence helps me thrive in this existence, get it?
Well, maybe you don’t
To be successful is a question of when, it’s never been won’t
Taking risks are scary, and you very well could drown
But you could very well float
No struggle no progress, in the words of Mr. Douglass
If it doesn’t require hard work, then it probably isn’t worth it