Letter to Lebron

It was all a dream, we watched you from when you were a boy. You became a man before our eyes. "This kid could be special" we said.

We cheered you as you walked across our stage. We wished you luck as you shook the commissioner's hand. "Your in the big leagues now kid."



Your first game, first dunk, first triple double, we watched it all. We bought the shoes, wore the jerseys. We were all witnesses.



When you came to the Garden we cheered for you. You weren't one of us, you weren't from our city, but we cheered for you. Even though you beat us, we cheered. It broke our hearts but we cheered you.



You said you loved our city, you wore our flag, you watched our bombers. You told us you would love to play here and we believed you. It was only a matter of time. You would be our champion, the King of this city. The A -Rods, Eli's and all else would bow to the return of the King. You would have gone down a legend. Your statue would reside in front of the Garden forever and for all to see. You would be 23, OUR 23.



Then it all changed,



Your taking you talents to South Beach?! You betrayed us. Cleveland would have cut is deep, Jersey would have made us jealous, but you chose Miami, the enemy. You said you wanted to win now. Well to clutch what you covet what must you give away?



You gave away our respect. We were ready to hold court for the King, but you turned out to be just a Jester. You lied, you said you loved this city, you said you were the chose one. Well you chose wrong. You choose to play second fiddle because you knew you couldn't get the job done yourself. Magic would never, Larry Legend was appalled. We want you to be our 23, but your not NY material. King James is now the Fresh Prince of South Beach.



Don't feel sorry for us though,



Although you proved you couldn't make it in this town, a new leader has emerged, Standing tall and talented, ready to accept the challenge of restoring our city to the glory days. His passion has made us believe, his dedication has inspired us. He knows it won't be easy, but we're behind him. The city is behind him, the team is behind him.



Just like he came, others will come. Those that know what this city means to the game. Players have emerged that embody the heart of the city, they are driven by the ballers from Rucker to Roy Wilkins, from W. 4th to W. Farms. There is life after Lebron. It starts tonight at MSG.



Yours truly,

NYC Basketball

Letter to a black girl.

Dear Black Girl,

What have we done to you? Where did we go wrong? Is this all my doing? Did I hurt you like this? What did I do to make you think you had to wear fake hair, fake nails to impress me? What did I say to make you think that I didn’t love your dark skin? Why do you wearing that make up on your face? Did I tell you that you weren’t beautiful? You are, you don’t need a mask from MAC to be. Did I tell you that you had to wear the tightest jeans and the lowest cut shirts for me to notice you? I always notice you. Who told you that your most valuable asset was your ass? Who said you had to shake your ass to get attention? What made you think I wanted you to look like a Barbie doll? Barbie is fake, you are so real.

Why are so angry? Did I do this to you? I don’t want you to be a bitch, I don’t want a diva, I want a Queen, that’s what you’ve always been. Why do you argue with each other and put each other down? You are sisters you’re supposed to uplift each other. I’m sorry I hurt you, I know I lied. I know I told you I loved you than I broke your heart. I was young and a fool. I didn’t know it would make you never trust me again. I thought it was cool to cheat on you. I thought it was cool to treat you like a hoe. I didn’t know, I thought you would get over it. I’m sorry those men touched you when you said no. Is that the reason why it’s so hard to touch your heart? You don’t have to be a freak to make me like you. I always liked you, just they way you were. You didn’t have to change to satisfy the world. I just want you to be who you’ve always been.

With Love,

Black Boy

This post was some loosely inspired by "Diary" by Wale feat Marsha Ambrosius

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfmiKmUlx6Q

I say loosely because my mind jumps so nothing is ever really inspired by one thing, carry on.