Not a toy

I am not
a knave
I will not behave
be the Toy…
Toby or boy
I will not comply…
I refuse to
bend the knee,
like the fools
who worship
lies, harlotry and obese men
with nefarious aims…
not a Youngblood
anymore
but this old head swag
is stored up…
and likened to the glow
of Bruce Leroy –
in the immortal words
of my Pops…
shonuff these
words is
right on time,
protein for the mind
that will spark
for whoever needs it…
don’t use your hands
for the wrong
thing by
way of offering
solace to
despots…
get up off
your rump with
the gumption
do something
good…
as the evil
are well represented…
gon’ and tell it.

A reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures, below:

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