Black Poetry : Remember When Kids Were Kids

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  1. dajiboo

    dajiboo Active Member MEMBER

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    ***A Bit Long, But Worth it in the end***

    What happened to the simple days
    When we’d play mommy and daddy
    Mommy made mud cakes and dirt pies
    Daddy was a logger, hauling sticks in his wagon
    When we played hide and go seek, and red rover
    When the sky darkened at night
    We’d play hop scotch and red light, green light
    Under the yard light
    When lighten bugs (fireflies) made diamond earrings

    When cigarettes were made of powder and gum
    And our babies were made of plastic instead of flesh
    When we played kickball, dodge ball, and roll to the bat
    When we fought and were friends 2 minutes later
    When we all had dreams, we were pursing
    We had lawyers, cosmetologists, football players and so much more

    When we were afraid of nothing
    But terrified of everything
    When we all waited for The Candyman on Saturday
    When video games and TV
    Didn’t mean a thing to me
    When family get-togethers meant more people to play
    When we made our own lyrics as someone else did his beat

    When we wiggled on the pew at church
    And put two quarters in the collection plate
    When we started to take off our Sunday best
    Right in the middle of the sermon
    When Sunday dinner meant soul food and little time to play
    When 75 cents was a lot of money
    You could buy a bag of chips, juice, and a scoop of ice cream
    When Santa Claus was still real

    When guns were loaded with water instead of bullets
    And knives were made of plastic
    That could barely cut butter
    When war meant stick guns
    Maypop hand grenades and pear tree army tanks
    When battleground weapons consisted of
    Water balloons and super soakers
    When summer days had no end

    When kids were kids that didn’t want to be grown
    When sex had no meaning to us
    When pregnancy meant
    Someone else to play, someone else to love
    When drugs meant that, you were sick
    Sometimes it’d taste like pink bubble gum
    And sometimes, well I’d rather not say

    When we all huddled together quietly
    Waiting for the storm to pass over
    When rain meant dirty clothes,
    Frogs and tadpoles
    When a car was four chairs
    Add a few more and you’ve got a bus
    When card board boxes meant
    Someone was going to outer space
    When kids were kids from sun up to sun down

    What happen to the simple days?
    Did they all just fade away?
    Will children ever be children again?
    Is there anyway to save our young nation
    From self-destruction and mutilation

    To keep them away from sex and drugs
    Should we cover them with kisses and hugs
    If one person touches one child
    Who’s thought to be too far gone, too wild
    That child in turn will touch the lives of many more
    Opening up a brand new door

    So that maybe our children will stay out of jail
    Move into a dorm instead of a cell
    Maybe they’ll be nurses and aids
    Instead of another statistic with A.I.D.S
    Maybe the only thing they we sell
    Is a ticket out of this one-way hell

    Maybe our sons will be ministers
    Finally learning how to treat sisters
    Maybe our daughters will be, well who knows
    Nevertheless, they won’t be hood rats nor hoes
    As our society continuously decays
    I wonder what happened to the simple days.

    © Lakishia Marie Fleming August 16, 2006
     
  2. GrandHustle

    GrandHustle Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    :) Enjoyed the read. Great piece.
     
  3. asimplepoet

    asimplepoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    You better say that thing
    I can remember all that and so much more and I mourn for the a generation of youth that will never experience be in the house before the strret lights come on or running through the fire hydrant to coool off. This was an excellent write that took me down meomory lane and also reminded me that it takes a village to raise a child. Absolutely loved this cuz.
     
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    surely i remember the times ......
     
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    queentswana Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Awesome piece poet, thanks for dropping the facts.
     
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    4EVERLUV Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WOW!!!!
    This is truely a GREAT write. I mean REALLY.
    You took it waaay back. I use to luv when it rained
    and the tadpoles came.lol
    But on the real you spittn' nothing but truths here.
    Our youth is out of control. But if we all do our
    part we can save them one child at a time.


    Much luv
     
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