[Vision2020] "My Own Two Feet" By Abu Malik

[Tom Hansen]

My pockets are empty as they are too often
The crease in these old jeans is too hard to soften.

So people see me coming from miles away
And they poke at their friends with a jab and say,

"Hey, look at him. Ain't he strange?
Hey, look at that, thin as a page.

Where does he live?  Do you know?
No. Wait. Stop.  Be quiet 'till he goes."

"Is he gone now?" "Yeah, but his steps are slow.
I guess there's no hurry to get home to the rats and the crows,

Or the dusty floorboards that he calls a bed
Yeah, but he's got all the room in the world to rest his head."

That's true.  I do. And I sleep to dream.
The unconscious mind is more real than it seems.

In here my hope is real.
And I don't worry about those who kill or steal.

So, I'm comfortable here on my own two feet.
Later tonight God and I will finally meet.

And the world will be quiet except for the cheers.
Nations of people without pain or fear.

A world full of hope and eyes open wide
Where hatred and bigotry can no longer hide.

And hands of every color take hold of each other.
And every woman is respected as a sister or a mother.

So, I'm closing my eyes to finally see
A brand new world where every human being is free.

And the only thing that I'll need when I walk down the street
Are my two empty pockets and my own two feet.

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Jus' thought I'd share what I found at Def Poetry.

Seeya round the block, Moscow.

Tom Hansen
Moscow, Idaho

"The Pessimist complains about the wind, the Optimist expects it to change
and the Realist adjusts his sails."

- Unknown