Bernie Mack is dead

 

 

Bernie Mack is dead

Isaac Hayes is dead

What is up with that?

This is the end of old Negroes

Its is on the horizon

Post black is in

A lot of folks couldn’t get Bernie

Mack…they said he was too hard core

Too loud

To aggressive

He rolled his eyes to much

Complained to much

Sounds like me

And most of my black middle age friends

But you know what

Out of all of them… those comics

He was my favorite

Just because of that ………

His honestly and intensity,

Hard core…real

Him and Wanda are still and always will be my favorites

As a black man I always hear that I am too loud

To rough…to aggressive

Thinking of this

I know why caged birds sing

And why young folks sag

Their jeans

And why I loved Bernie Mac and Isaac Haynes

They were men when men could be men

Bernie………………was my favorite

And Isaac Hayes

My god

He made us black guys

Feel alive and real and sexy and scary and cool

The look of love

Walk on by

Shaft

Gold chains and baldhead

My hero’s

They are gone now

Post black is in

Lord Lord

Death always comes in threes

So ill wait for the next one

You know I believe in signs

So by the time I get to phoenix

I might just be ready

Today I was walking on by

And around

Trying to again

Figure out my place in the world

It’s hard for old Negro's

Where do we belong?

One of my friends in a phone conversation

Said that they should bring back slavery

That’s the only\ way we can survive

Anyway

I walked around ironbound for a while

I figured out I was in a foreign country

Ok its fine

But

Some thing kept popping in my mind

Why don’t blacks have any place like this?

Chinese can play in the park

Brazilian’s music blasting........ Pits sending off smoke

Where do I belong………..

I walked down near the projects

And there were my people

Sheltered by the confines of their buildings

And in the restrictions

Of their race and class

I kept walking on by

All the while hearing

Shaft playing in my head

Hearing and seeing Bernie roll his eyes

Bernie used to say that he was the last comic

Of his group to get famous

Because he was rough

Steve Harvey is a nice country boy

But Bernie was rough

Bernie would beat your ass

Anyway

Before my walk was over

I looked down and saw an object

Next a telephone pole

I picked it up

This object

It looked like Aladdin’s lamp

With out the lamp part

I realized that it was an urn of some type

So I brought it home

Happy

Complete

Fitting

How perfect

This object will hold my ashes some day

I will paint it

Adorn it with bones and things

And make it for my kids

To kept me in

It’s a sign

No I am not dead yet

But it’s still a sign

No place for old Negro's

Jessie move over

I am about to go in hiding with ya

Elizabeth

Elizabeth

Im coming……………..