Which Way to America

So I was thinking about some of the “America” poems I like … and, just as I was about to type one of them for today’s offering, I remembered this song by Living Color.  So, thank you, Vernon, for putting a little more voice to my feelings today.

Which Way to America
Vernon Reid

I look at the T.V.
Your America’s doing well.
I look out the window
My America’s catching hell.
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?

I change the channel
Your America’s doing fine.
I read the headlines
My America’s doing time.
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?
I just want to know, which way do I go to get to your America?

Where is my picket fence?
My long, tall glass of lemonade?
Where is my VCR, my stereo, my T.V. show?

I look at the T.V.
I don’t see your America.
I look out the window
I don’t see your America.
I want to know how to get to your America.
I want to know how to get to your America.

 

And just now on the radio news, I hear, “Reaction continues to that Sean Bell verdict,” in a tone that sounds a little incredulous.  Incredulous?  Really?  Really? 

Yeah.  And then I click over to Hello, Negro and see this.  Guess I’ve got some incredulity, my own self.

[sigh]