Ode To My Culture

May 13, 2012
By Jb3Vibe PLATINUM, Pembroke Pines, Florida
Jb3Vibe PLATINUM, Pembroke Pines, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
The Guy in the Glass

When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf,

And the world makes you King for a day,

Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,

And see what that guy has to say.

For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife,

Who judgement upon you must pass.

The feller whose verdict counts most in your life

Is the guy staring back from the glass.

He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest,

For he's with you clear up to the end,

And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test

If the guy in the glass is your friend.

You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,

And think you're a wonderful guy,

But the man in the glass says you're only a bum

If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,

And get pats on the back as you pass,

But your final reward will be heartaches and tears

If you've cheated the guy in the glass.

Dale Wimbrow (c) 1934


Culture is like music, always changing in style, and form
From Hip Hop to Jazz! Culture is statistics set on every Black in this land, HIV, jail, sagging pants, and fatherless children

Culture is dances, it flows with rhythm, as people, neighborhoods, and ideas cross paths at the sweet memories of my people’s culture
Musical genres, jazz, funk, soul, blues, Hip Hop’s controversy, rap’s raw realities, and the rhythm of R&B; us the creations of God

Family reunions, filled with soul foods, barbecue, fried chicken and pickled eggs and smelling chitlins’, grits, and Ham.

Slavery’s scars, segregation’s passing, civil rights needed to be expressed throughout this land
We as a people of color, decorate this dead earth with our lively different shades, shapes, and forms
Caramel complexions, deep chocolate and light skinned, high yellow, and Red bone blacks across the land

Church life alive at an all time high! As gospel music of my people fill Harlem streets, Southern country sides, the salty smelling city avenues, the suburbs from New Jersey, to south Florida as well as the projects and the ghettos, As well as it fills the warm hearts of my African descent people
How I love being black, and living in this skin, you probably would too

Some of you wish you did. You call my people and I By many other names, and you hate me for who I am, come, just take my hand so that can lead you to Gods hand, and then you will see how beautiful are my people and how captivating, breathe taking, and blessing is my faith.

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