My poem about "Red Tails", moreso the phenomenon than the film.
I wrote this while waiting to go on stage for a slam Tuesday night, wrote the last line as I was being called up. This is a slightly edited version with a little Easter egg at the very end.
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* why should I stop whatever black thing I am doing?
* what about non-black things?
* what is a difference there?
* when I play chess with my computer is it a black thing or not a black thing?
* when I chose to play with black pieces, is it a black thing?
* how about when I roam with my black and white dogs on the beach -- black or not black?
* are you even speaking to me?
* are you talking to me?
Also, calling Hollywood a terrorist, you lost me there.
Other than that, I love the poem and performance and this u-tube clip.
I will see Red Tails .
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