Merry Christmas baby, under all pretenses!
Last night the fam and I went out to see FENCES.
This morning I awoke, washed my face and put on clean clothes.
I confess I wear a sophisticated dress; I want to avoid being Rose.
The beloved playwright of last night never received high ratings from Neilson,
but you can bet your bottom dollars, I am all tuned in to Mr. Wilson.
The director’s vision was on time.
Yesterdays BLACK LIFE – looks like mine.
I’m thinking why and how? – in my mind, because the years have surely passed…
still the feel of the scene (it being a black thing) has survived; outlast.
How could this be? When the film started up in 1946 or so?
It’s the last days of 2016 and I’m thinking to myself, ‘Yo!
If you change the low housing to middle class suburbs —
You’d have been in my backyard or on my neighbors perch.’
Ouch! That hurts: Same economical issues and relationship whoa’s.
All of that stuff we thought over that TIME we had learned from and let go.
Rose’s life said ‘NO. We aren’t passed too much. ‘
August Wilson is that play write of whom I’ve got mad love,
but damn bruh! That was relatively ‘the joint.’
When we exited the theater, I heard a 60’s-something white womans point,
She said, “That was Horrible!!!” when another person asked her for her film review.
I wasn’t sure about her feelings o’ demure – because that’s the world she lived through.
She was surely approaching 70’s door, she lived through Rose’s era; day and time.
The theater was filled with senior citizens looking to re-live ‘some kind of sentimental shine.’
I think they thought, (because of the setting of the play write)
that this was a film would remind them of ‘yesterdays light.’
Mmph. Imagine the somber faces that exited the theater with me.
After ‘Nigger this and Nigger that,’ was expelled by Mr. Washington, D.
Denzel was phenomenal in the film. Who would think as much,
that he in one script could make me consider recoiling from him – my love. 😀
He was quite convincing as Troy Maxson, he was bogged down with the mundanes of life.
And I, will not be Rose; Viola Davis exceptionally played Troys wife.
Have you seen the film version of the historic and relevant play FENCES?
Don’t go with a faint heart, the weight of yesterday and today may break your winces.
In the end it was a good for everyone to see how it was and realize what’s going on now.
The last thing we need is another fence. For no reason. For no vow.
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow can be whatever you like.
Merry Christmas baby, I fancy #Griot on the mic.
I fancy retelling tales to you in rhyme,
“the going-on’s of the day” — line for line.
And so today is the Sabbath and the last one of this year,
Merry Christmas to thee! For the annual sum, I bid you prosperity and cheer!