The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson

THE ART OF
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON

6/6/09

D-Day got me, Babble from the hearland

You know here I go with some babble

Firstly I am getting old

D-Day got me

D day today was different for me

Never did I watch it

Like I did this year

I could look at these men,

These soldiers who fought in World War 2

And I got them

I got the fact that like my father

They are all leaving now

And I was so glad that Obama

Told these people

To please tell their stories before they pass on

We have no clue as to what these guys

Our parents

Did for us

Most of us get traumatized by being stuck in traffic

These guys what they did for us

Makes us owe them……………big time

Yes d day is different for me now

That right different

For us now

Having said that

Their were a few things that have changed my way of thinking

Not discounting the biggest

In the past few years three things stand out in my mind

Three things scared me

Some in a good way

Others in a terrifying way

One was Emmitt till

And that picture in Jet magazine

It made me feel what was going on

In this country

Made me feel unsafe

The next one

Was the million man march

I know I know

People don't like farraken

Tough shit maybe you aren't supposed to

And that's ok too

People didn't like the fact

That woman weren't invited

But

This was about connections and accountability

And every guy that I know

That went to that march

Was affected

In a positive way by it

I will never forget riding on the train with Washington Dc

Gang kids

We took the train from my sisters House

In silver springs Maryland

Three generations of Sampson men

I watched

And

I will never forget those young black thugs

In gang colors

Who held the door for an elderly black man

To enter on that train

To ride down to the mall

To the march

This old man

He played two

He played tic tack on my shoe

And my soul

Black and wrinkled

Father, grandfather, elder

He Acted like

He hadn't ever seen

These kinds of black kids before

16 years of age these black kids were

He looked at them

For the first time

And smiled a hesitant

Toothless smile at them

And they bowed their head

In appreciation

In shock

In solidarity

Man that got me

Man that inspired me

These young black kids

Had seen him now

Seen what they had been missing

And in their eyes

As he looked at them

Smiled at them

I saw sorrow and shame

In their eyes

I saw need in their eyes

And maybe a little flicker of hope

That's what they needed most

Approval

Yes they

Held that door

And in holding that door

They conceded their macho

And their self hating crime

And they became what they should have been

If only for a minute

Young black lions

Whose Job it was to protect this elder

And I have no doubt that they would have

And I felt hope and pride and renewal

Wow I am getting old

Wandering

I think back to the time

Of the Black panthers

In the days

When they were feeding and protecting

The community

Breakfast

Fill their stomachs

A great promise that went wrong

With lots of help

Then I think onward to Obama

The third and maybe the most defining moment

Of many of our teacher lives

I think back to my Aunt Vernell

Telling me

Willing me to believe in him

I think back

To Gran Ruby telling

Me yes we can

I think back to Cousin Jessica

In Alabama

Telling me

Not only yes we can

But try to stop us

And I am inspired

And when I teach

I think of those gang kids

On that train

And the look in their eyes

When a grand father smiled at them

This election

Has galvanized me and mine

So many people feel a new obligation

To this country

A new commitment

And on this D-day

I am truly proud

To be American

My flag is in the window

I dare you to try to ever take it away from me

Again

Dare ya…………

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