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The Pasture - A spoken word poem

The Pasture 
 
On any given day I can look in the media and see something about my people.
But It’s rarely gleeful. 
A neighborhood changing,
I feel like an endangered species
Trading modest bottled water for overpriced Fiji

"Why are they treating us like cattle?" I wonder, 
we are people too.
When I was younger my mama told me I could be anything just like you
Astronaut, Scientist, Actor, just to name a few 
I wonder if the dream is impeded just by my hue

They tend to move us wherever they want, 
white flight happened years ago, but it still haunts.

But over it all we found our pasture!
only for it to be taken back by casper 

We see what’s happening, you can’t take this back 
Our neighborhood's aesthetic is unapologetically black 
A neighborhood where I know putting on a hoodie doesn't mean I sell crack 
Or the skittles in my pocket can't be mistaken for a Mac

From the gogo beats you can hear from the streets
to the jack and jill meetings hosted by elites
events that make us feel at peace
that won't be interrupted by a neighbor calling the police

It always puts me in a certain mood 
When I see a soul food joint turned into a Whole Foods
I've known this place like the back of my hand
what makes you think you can come make it a brand?  

This place has a history, 
molded by our misery
So when hipster Hillary moves in
she might experience some hostility

Trust and believe it’s nothing against you, 
we’re just trying to avoid deja vu.

I just wanna see a peer ridin' in a coup too
without people lookin at em like Greenland Caribou 

A place where we can express ourselves with a new hairdo
without being looked at like a pink cockatoo 

These calves have grown up 
So we starting to own up
making decisions massa never showed us

Whether we’re doctors, teachers, or work at the courthouse
We can look at each other 
and always discuss 
How we avoided the auction house
The Pasture - A spoken word poem
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