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"Picture My Word" By Anthony Alden


PICTURE MY WORDS

Picture My Word is a collection of visual and poetic lyrics and a journey through my perspective on human issues. It is an intimate glimpse into who and what I am as a man, as a black man. I firmly believe that one man's thought is a gift to another man's knowledge. This book is a testament to that philosophy, a painted picture of my thoughts and emotions.


Silent Watching

I see America, but America doesn't see me. I listen to America, but America doesn't hear me.

I'm a Silent Watcher, I'm you, you are me, we are not so different as it might seem. I, like you, search for answers to the unconscious self in the hope of finding the divine being that lies dormant.

This standard search for knowledge and a better self enables me to reflect on my experiences.

So hear my message and picture my thoughts, for we are not so different.


DEGRADATION OF A BLACK MAN

A Black Man + No Education = No Job

A Black Man + No Job = No Money

A Black Man + Crime = Time

A Black Man x Time = Zero\

Low Self-esteem = Lost Hope

= Lost Faith

No Job + No Money + Crime x Time = 0

A degraded black man

is a man,

or what was once left 

of a man.

Pieces of a man, 

a child, a man-child.

I have nothing else to give

Thus, you have nothing 

else to take.

The degradation of a black man 

told by a black man.


PROBE

My mind/is set on living

My will/is struggling to survive

My conscious/is burdened with guilt

My smile/silence my cry

My soul/is on ice?


G U N

B a r r e l of D e a t h 

triggered by hate

It aims to destroy life 

propelled by the guilty at the

 innocent

Standing in its path of destruction, 

flesh exploding on impact. 

loud noise C O N T A C T

GUN:

BARREL LOADED, 

TRIGGER COCKED, 

POINTED, 

ITS 

TARGET.....

L I F E ! !!

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