Turn on your television
Watch the Real World as it unfolds before your eyes.
Turn on and tune in as your neighbor just got hit during a drive-by.
Focus the screen, adjust the color to see racism at its worse;
Pop open a can, kick your feet up, and suck one down to quince your thirst.
Adjust your horizontal and vertical flow;
This isn’t the 60’s or 70’s; it’s an all New Millennium show.
Where actors, pop stars, b’ players on trial and the Terminator runs the state;
US goes to war and hand Saddam his next fate.
This is live and it’s in your face;
So you better keep up, before you lose this race
To see who’s really a bad boy, role model, or just hard to the core;
Life as we view it, won’t be the same anymore.
Turn on your television,
Watch the Real World as it unfolds before your eyes;
As other countries promises US a big surprise.
With terrorist threats, terrorist threats, and terrorist threats;
Are you scared yet?
So turn on your television and watch the Real World as it unfolds before your eyes;
Where marriages last a day and the rest is just a lie.
Turn on and tune in as the world debates over nuclear arms;
Whose to say who’s at fault as politicians greases each others palms.
We look to the heavens for an answer in hopes to stop this madness;
How can we blame Him for turning His back with such sadness.
So wake up, get a grip, and feel this flow;
Before you know it, it’s the end of the show.
Turn On and Tune In
June 12, 2009 by dahveedwrites
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It is what it is? Isn’t it, Dahveed? The world is coming to an end and few recognize. Turn on the T.V. Who is really deceived?
People tell lies and hide. I don’t know why, but then again, I do. Most folks don’t want to be recognized. Who can hide the man, the woman, or the child inside?
All the goings-on in this world today are hard to view, but it is what it is. Man’s lies will soon come to an end. Minds flow—same show—different channels.
Childhood is a hard thing to survive at times. I’m not a foster child. I am a throw away and a toss in the sea. Is a foster child a chosen? Then allow me to walk in those shoes. The treated well should tell. The chosen must feel better than those thrown in the sea by their own genes. I thank the people who mistreated me. I respect the person who takes care of another man’s seed ‘cause it just doesn’t have to be. Ingrates all over the place.
I feel sorry for children tossed about and severely rejected. That is why I chose to fall in love with me, myself, I, and The Ms. V.
I know what time it is. Is Dahveed a musician with an interest in kids?
Thank you very much. I like your writing.
Vivian Dixon Sober
victoriouswomen.wordpress.com
Vivian,
Thank you for taking the time to come my way. Your words are moving and they have moved me. I read through you blog and “WOW.” You carry words of wisdom and truth. You are a gift that everyone should open.