Untitled....(a working poem)

**This poem was inspired by "The Snow Man" by Wallace Stevens....I'd never heard of him before but a line in his poem really struck me so here it goes...**

...And he, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and nothing that is
Caught in the continuum called time
in the pursuit of worth
based on tradition set forth by the ones before us
and The ones before them
A tradition that states clearly he is NOTHING
Without the validation that proves the American dream has replaced our true beliefs
And our pursuit for happiness has been put aside for the pursuit to be a Capitalist
Anything outside of that is to be labeled a Rebel Anti-American, Socialist or maybe even Terrorist?
So the phones can be tapped and my home ransacked to make sure I don’t hijack the next plane to D.C.
all in the name of the fear of the people with racial insecurities
We've all been through Darwin’s education system
Only to find the things we learned were false images of society
trying to conform us to their reality
While brothers with the minds of Malcolm, Huey P. and Bobby
Are now prisoners of war, held captive in Special Ed classes
Led to believe because they have nothing, they come from nothing
Nigga, you are nothing
So our brothers transform to hustlers and hustlers to gangstas
Sustaining themselves on caddy dreams and
thinking of the next scheme to try and get that green
when they could be warriors for their community
instead of another statistical "casualty of the hood"
Never knowing to not fall at the feet of the lies to try to rule the power burning inside
He cannot abide by the dominant puppet strings and stand for himself
and so HE, beholding the nothing that never existed, realizes Something must be changed:
His Heart.

--sunshyne