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Real Cool
Dan Jones
“We Real Cool” Gwendolyn Brooks We real cool.
We Left school.
We Lurk late. We Strike
straight. We Sing Sin. We Thin Gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon. Hahahaha.
I am a King. I live in a crazy
time, and I do crazy things with crazy people, and it’s crazy with the things
that we get away with. This is my
crew, these are my boys, we like to chase the girls and the girls like to run
away. We stay up late, because there
is nothing better to do when the sun is rising other than to watch it burn
holes in our eyeballs as you puff on your cigarette. We meet our lifelong friends over and
over, because everyday each of us are forming and deforming into the leaders
of tomorrow. We complement each other
because we have made it so far. After
nineteen years, at the very least we are alive. It’s a game, an event, just a short time period that we are all
caught up in, and some are to scared to admit that they are playing it. I have a beer belly from living life late in days’ own life. I have an empty container of Advil to go and set my head right. But my head isn’t, never was and never will be. We just see things differently, with no strings,
no roofs and no walls. We don’t want
to conform and we don’t want to be.
We are youth at its greatest.
We are the Kings and Queens. When I go home, no one is there. I taught myself how to live. I don’t have guides, and I don’t need
them, because I am barreling through this life with reckless abandon and I
can’t figure out how it’s going to end.
But end it will. And what will
I have to show? What can I give to my
kids? Nothing. Because I have created nothing except for
laughter and high times in the past.
All that I have is all that I have created. I am a creator. A
creator of nothing in particular. So
what will people say when I’m rotting away?
If anything at all. So I’m living because someone else thought that I
should. I don’t have directions, I
only have paths and it’s up to me to put one foot in front of the other. But my feet are sore from dancing in
circles. I may not be desirable and neither may be my lifestyle. I don’t know the answers but more importantly don’t really want to know them right yet. Of all the living that I have stumbled through I have realized this; we are youth. We are future. So stand up and give us all a round of applause because we all deserve it. We are power. We are genius. If a disbeliever needs proof, just shove yourself in their face. Wear your heart on your cuff, and smile, because it’s beautiful. No one is going to be able to take it away, except for yourselves so don’t ever sell yourself short because you are the best. You are a champion of life and you don’t need to show anything to anyone to prove it. We are Kings and Queens. |
