Dear Mr. President

This is a letter from me to you.  There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you.

  You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back.

I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved.  You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream.

I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city.  You blessed my neighborhood with your presence.  I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one.  Everyone was smiling even the sun.

You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike.  My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright.

I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball.  I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame.

  Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime.  An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline.

I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display.  It is often stated that  "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad.  Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me.

I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe.  You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of  ' Staying Alive."

Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect.  They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out.  I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock.


They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late.  

You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say.  I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray.

Thank you President Obama for the example you have been.  I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again.

Sincerely.......a struggling poet.

"polite for a yankee"

making stop sign bullet holes

we start the massive pump churning into irrigated watermelon rows

headlight round a shadow bend in nightline tree bulk

sleep with empty cans beside the ashtray couch on matted ****

And when mein kampf
Is placed in shelves
Art twists to fit in boxes
Of a must ache (or a mustache)
And a must have
And a must not be
Blue-eyed soldiers of fortune
Encompassing poles across every direction
Aryan infernos piercing the nightline
Razing pillars of the stars
As Abraham weeps over his children
Seeing through their eyes
The thorns he long thought
Died along with the past

By: Cedric McClester

The Pettis Bridge
Was a bridge too far
For the much maligned
Former tv star
To cross in an effort
To demonstrate
It’s past legacy
Of anti-black hate

What kind of message
Could he send
By crossing the bridge
Him of all men
By taking us back
To a sad time when
We couldn't wait
For it all to end

Perhaps he thought
That we’d lose focus
By slight of hand
Or hocus pocus
Although he still
Remains the locus
Of enough allegations
That could choke us

He’s the last person
You’d expect to find
On a late night news show
Like Nightline
Responding to questions
With mumble jumble
It’s enough to make you
Wanna rumble

Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

I have had a love affair for eons of years
with you,
oh majestic city of the northeast!

I've renounced to serenity and peace in beautiful mountains,
for sleepless nights with sirens and thieves.
I've relinquished loyalty in green valleys,
to get a glimpse of your nightline sky.

I've had a love affair with your city streets,
as far back as the mind can remember…
I've renamed each avenue with each potential love you bring.
I have given up luxury for you,
traveled the world looking for any city that resemble thee,
longing only for your concrete jungle paved streets.

Finding solace in a small matchbox apartment in Loisaida,
the Village, El Barrio or the Heights….is fine with me.
Oh! the things I’ve done-to be with thee!
I have given up warmer oceans for your city beat,
to hear the sounds of drums in subway stations
and break dancers challenging your pavements
……………………….the way you've challenged me.

Such a bad love affair.
Such an intense love affair.
Such an exciting love affair,
yet, this is how you repay me?
With your bitter cold winters engulfing my bones…..disabling me.
I love you NEW YORK CITY
Oh! Majestic City of the Northeast

LeydisProse
2009
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