My New York City Eyes

Drunk Ass’ Blackman must be homeless in the motherland

Drunk Ass’ Blackman

Passed out on the side of the road — in the motherland

a familiar scene in NYC

He must be homeless — valueless

it must be true. Poor dude.

Says my

New York City eyes

the greatest deceivers

For he’s not homeless — or valueless here

He is paid to supply goods to the village — he is a runner

He builds and fixes things — and runs back and forth all day

Traveling state to state- under the motherland sun.

Supplying anything from medicine,

Food,

And yes,

Beer too.

He has parents, a home, and family — — extended family as well.

The concept of community is not in his framework, just extended family-

No gaps — Just family and extended family.

Folks call on him- when they need things done.

Experience this particular framework -shifting through my body — recalibrating

my thoughts, I was confused for a moment-briefly

and then rebuilt

the very essence of who and what I am at the core. There are no gaps

You can feel it here- see it in action-how THEIR framework works.

IF

you put your framework aside…

yes,

My New York City eyes

FRAMEWORK

drunk ass’ Blackman passed out on the side of the road.

He must be homeless — valueless.

With my New York City eyes,

I am right…

Motherland 2018