Pam Issac

If you see something say something

 Ok…maybe I will,But this message is not for you.I see so many things I don’t know where to begin.I see doctors that smoke cigarettes,And nurses that are overweight.I see white cops in my neighborhoodThat come and set up businessesAnd sell overpriced items and take all the money they canAnd put nothing back into the community.I see women, a lot of women, wearing hair weavesWhile their real hair is screaming: “Let me breathe!”I see young black males with sagging pants and sagging minds.I see kids that are given too muchAnd I see kids that are not given enough.I see global warming.I see a woman sitting across from me on the J train,Nodding, I think from methadone.I see this guy on the train face fighting with another guy.What a waste of energy.I see more people coming out of the closet.I see people that are walking time bombs…Like a big, juicy pimple ready to pop!I see this woman with some flygear on but with some fucked up headphones.When I get off the train I see a big rat…I wish I could bring it home so my cats could play with it.Anyway, I see yes, I see so much it makes my head spin.What I see is mostly a distraction for what I really should be seeing.The cold is in my eyes but at least they’re open.For two decades I got high and only saw fantasies.So when you tell me if “I see something say something”Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.I’m not saying shit, you didn’t want to hear me before.You didn’t listen to Martin, Malcom, Medgar, Gandhi, Bobby Seal or Kennedy.You say if you “see something say something.”OK, why do I see Jimmy Carter more now than when he was president?Damn, as a matter of fact, I see Al Gore more now than when he was vice president.I guess you’ll let him talk now because the global warming thing got you scared.Good, leave me alone. Like I said, if I see something I’m sending it straight to you!