I loaded the plane the other day for a
Vacation to Florida
my skin white
like an albino
white like every other key on the piano
Like Tom Hanks in Joe versus the Volcano
Like….like…like a really, really
Airport security just gave me a smile
And told me to have a good trip
It was a good thing I didn’t
Plan on making a really elaborate gun
Of a belt buckle, ink pen, headphones and
an ancient Indian artifact
That hung about my neck in the shape of
Cause man….no one was check’n.
I spent two weeks in the sun
and my skin gradually turned from red to
a slow barbequed steak
And this combined with my dark hair and
must have made someone’s terroristic
Because in Miami
While trying to catch my flight home
a guy who looked an awful lot like Barney
Snatched me from the line with such force
I thought I was with Jeffery Domer’s
behind closed doors.
I was taken into a makeshift curtained
room and asked to disrobe
And I shook as I waited for that mythological
You know the one they supposedly got
‘bout as long as the stick
Ruth held when he called his shot.
But I was spared, I guess
as a quick peak was all he took
His face wrinkled in disgust
It looked like regret
And I’m still not sure whether it
Me not having TNT duct taped to my back
Or for having to gaze upon my hairy man-boobs
Glistening with nervous sweat.
I felt violated as I put my clothes back
It was like being caught by my ex-girl
Buck-naked on his lawn.
With my clothes still up in his daughter’s
Laying like skins of a just-shed snake
Uncollected as I jumped out the window
To keep dad from crumbling me like a crisp
A black man, disheveled
Clothes hanging loose
Watched as exited
My eyes cast down like mom just caught
me leaving a porno booth
And he laughed
Yeah, the dude laughed as he spoke out
“You know what it’s like to
be a brother now.”
Then it hit me, I was profiled by some
Because of the way I looked and not by
who I was
Still a stock broker, same as when I left
Two kids and a trophy wife who is drinking
herself to death
Was it that easy?
The color of my skin?
And I was all of a sudden
I’m a Robin to
A Batman Ben Ladin?
It really got me thinking about what had
transpired since 9/11
in the way of the government taking control
And I’ll admit I was one of those
who was afraid
About being blown up, or dusted with deadly
But, was this what had to take place?
The only solution to keep us all safe?
“You done gave up your Civie Libs…”
the black man spoke with a grin
“…and you ain’t ever
going to get them back again.”
“Civie Libs? What’s that supposed
“Your civil liberties man, damn,
When I arrive back in New York
I began to dig
Deep into the world wide web.
About just what we had given up since that
And what I found concerned me in a bad
sort of way
As I learned of secret searches, wire taps,
and detentions without release
Even off our turf
About how they can look into my work computer
Know where I surf
Not with a wave and a board but with a
mouse because I’m bored
And I really got scared
What the hell business is it of Bush on
how I do at solitaire?