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    AIN'T BUT AN OLE MAN(PART 2)

    (morning)
    How you sleep boy?
    yeah(old man laughs) there's a mighty good breeze
    blow thru dat back room
    I outta know
    hell, everytime I had little 2 much 'shine
    Bessie made me sleep back dere
    siddown, went 2 the sto' got somma dat trukey bacon
    (old man laughs) I knows it's progress when black folk
    can DECIDE what they wanna eat!
    looka heya(old man points 2 T.V.)
    they been talkin bout dat boy who kilt dem mens
    in dat beer place
    Lawd, Lawd every life is precious but cyan't no body
    feel what a black man feel when his pride is hurt bad
    on-li-est thang 'tween him and us is we die on the inside
    so's we don't kill nobody
    (finished breakfast) you ready ta start?
    cyan't git use 2 dat damn camera you pointin at me(old man laughs)

    see, what Bessie, God rest her Soul
    never knew was, when I was a young boy
    I had dreams, sho nuff I did
    dreams of gettin outta heya
    dreams of goin 2 da big city and gettin one a dem good payin jobs
    up in de factory and thang
    but DAMMIT when dem boys died
    well, the part of me I couldn't afford to give up died too
    now, wasn't like I par-tic-ular-ly liked dem boys
    hell, I knew dey was headin fo trouble
    1st day dey got down heya
    but, like dem folks dat boy kilt dey ain't deserve 2 die
    boys wasn't but fo-teen or fif-teen years old
    see, I felt dat me and the colored mens should'a done sumthin
    hell, maybe attacked dat mob the way they was attackin dem boys!
    we all had shot guns and the way I figured it
    we ALL should'a been some dying MUTHA-HUBBAS dat nite
    but, we didn't do nothin...I didn't do a daym thang!
    so, like I said, when dem boys ex-pired I re-tired...from life
    just gave up my dreams
    now, I ain't neva become no bum, no Sir
    I raised my youngins, saw dem off 2 college
    dey always wanted me 2 move way from Mr. Rollins farm
    the memories and all, but, I sayed, felt I had 2 for some reason
    woked till I got 2 old..Bessie died(old man shakes head)
    ole Mr. Rollins and his Missus died, left me dis plot in dey will
    S--EET! I mean left me dis land dat dog S-IT would'nt grow on
    if ya buried a dog with da RUNS!(old man laughs hard)
    gotta forgive me boy, I gets a kick outta thangs
    hell, I AIN'T BUT AN OLE MAN
    but..boy I'm so, so tired
    my life been long..and I been TI-DE a long time
    seem like since da day I was born, maybe befo' dat
    what I means is..MY ROOTS IS TIRED
    ans everytime I commence ta plantin my roots
    in land good for growin I ended up wit land like dis heya
    land dat ain't good 4 a daym thang..but dying
    but, like God say we is ALL from the dust
    well, not ALL of us..some of us is from da good soil
    and the diff'rence 'tween good soil and dust
    is the dif'rence 'tween livin an dyin
    we black folk been dyin a long time cuz alls we eva had
    was dust 2 plant seeds in
    some seed blow away, like you 'n my youngins
    and find good soil 2 grow in
    and some start in good soil but git choked by weeds
    like C.C. and Miss Rossum boy
    and some seed just stubborn as heyall..das what kinda seed I is
    don't matter much now though
    I AIN'T BUT AN OLE MAN
    stopped drinkin so much while ago..just a taste now and den
    so, I'mma tell ya when St.Peter open dat do'
    I'mma walk in ta Hea-bun tall 'n PROUD!
    yes I is and you wanna know the first-est thang I gonna do
    when I enter dem gates?
    ain't gonna speak to Bessie, no Suh!
    ain't even gonna greet Jesus..no...no
    (old man chokes up)
    I'm gonna walk right ova 2 Charlie Cyde and Ms. Rossum boy
    hug em TIGHT
    and say(hardly getting words out)
    boys....I...AM....SORRY!!
    I'M..SO..VERY..SORRY!!

    (tears and tears, both he and I, 2 men from different times yet sharing the same pain..Lawd, Lawd why thangs gotta be the way dey is?!?)

    camera OFF!!

    FADE 2 BLACK..THE END(or is it?)

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    • 1 January 2011
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