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Reflections: Fred L. Price

Samana & Beyond

We deserve to be

Where We Stand,

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Where we started The Planting.

Antigua, Barbados, Cuba, Haiti, Honduras,

México, Dominican Republic, Belize

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Jamaica, Costa Rica, Panama, Venezuela,

Colombia, Grenada, St. Vincent, Virgin Islands, Guyana

Trinidad, El Salvador, Puerto Rico, Ecuador.

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Kenya, Angola, Ethiopia, Niger, Nigeria, Cameros.

Water, sand, rocks, sky, moon, sun, air.

Seeds planted from the First

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to step on Shores.

Planted to blossom in Millenniums

and Epochs approaching for Reclamation

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And Jubilation.

Seeds flowering into Return

throughout

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Our United Sites,

all over the world.

Massa-adchu-es-et roots,

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Wampanoag earth,

Forever.

Cell Phone Rap: I Don’t Need to Know

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I don’t need to know

On the street, on the bus on the train, on the go

I don’t need to know

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Your business, your woes, or your pedicured toes

You’re on your cell phone…Loud

Enough-to make a bi-polar person proud

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Your dress, your makeup, your hair, your style

Right! I need to know –your wild?

Polluting the air

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With overdose environment climate change

Acting like a howling/ hollering hurricane

On your cell phone, deafening tone

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 Bravado-Swag, verbose- dragging everybody down with your

No class mad, no etiquette, profanity, long winded, posturing sass

YO girl, Lady I don’t need to know

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Your man’s been bad

And you tried to knock your girlfriend down the stairs

Right!  I don’t want or need to know

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That’s what the cell phone is for?

You don’t have to talk to yourself anymore?

You can let everybody near and around know

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That you’re crazy and your best friend is lazy

And you can make your rival flip

Get it right girl!  I don’t need to know

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And I don’t need to know my man

How bad you are

That you can punch a brother down

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With your grit and your angry fit

That you hustled all the money

On a tip, even as you trip

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On some sweetie that you hit

I don’t need to know, all your business

I can go home…work…and whip all of it

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If I could put you in a cell phone bully app

Forget the code and keep you trapped

What I need to know -how to shut you down

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And take …

my nap.

  • Mr. Fred L. Price, author, Journeys
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