The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson

THE ART OF
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON

1/13/09

Obama please stop making me cry

Obama you are killing me
The election almost killed me
It stressed me out
I can’t remember being this involved
Or wanting to believe this much
Since I was a child
Dressing in a black jacket
And pretending to be a black panther
Kids now dress
Goth, or rocker or thug
They aspire to be a rapper
Or a pimp
At their age
I just wanted to be righteous
Be a panther
Or a young lord
A rebel
But that is gone now
Obama stop making me cry
I can’t even imagine how I can handle the inauguration
I will have tons of eye drops to handle my red crying eyes
I think back to my brother Ron
My brother who went to Amherst College in 1970
That guy had a brain like Obama’s
He could also be just as down to earth as any one I ever saw
My brother went to Amherst
Then was able to attend Wesylain College
Because it was a sister college
I hung out Amherst a few times with Ron
As well as the other place
I watched my brother walk amongst all of these white folks
And remember all that his father had taught him
He went on to graduate at the top of his class
He used to write sum comladis magnum
On his basketball
Am I spelling it right?
I went to an all black college Lincoln
And party my time away
Unlike my brother who studied and transcended
What must my father have felt for this first born?
Who took his whole family to another place
On to sister from Smith a younger brother from American U
Man
I will be crying to all of us
All of you
Yup Obama stop making me cry
I can see king standing behind you
See fanny Lou hammers face behind you
Think of marry Mcloud Bethune
Dubious
Garvey
Standing there with his black Jamaican ass
Crying for you
It’s endless
Will take out pictures from all of my relatives that aren’t here
Of my mother
Dolores who always belived
Of my father
I can see him crying now
I can’t even write this
The tears are obscuring my vision
Obama
You owe me at least five dollars
For my endless bottles of eye drops
I might have to hide the night of the election
Wait it out
It’s too much
Can you imagine?
That every thing that I believed
For over 50 years has been forever changed
Whew enough

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