This is a moving deep southern literary form of poetry that was written by 30-year-old Marine Staff Sgt. Lawrence E. Dean II, stationed at Cherry Point base in North Carolina. It was captured on film, is dynamic and is straight from this young man’s heart. The Conway, S.C., native writes and performs rap-style poetry using the stage name "Life."
As I was pondering his words it occurred to me that more often than not the more plainly a person speaks, the better he articulates his feelings and conveys his thoughts. It also occurred to me that it takes a very small and selfish person so wrapped up in the perefection of grammar, style, and or dialect aka the vanity of their mind, that they can not see the forest for the trees. It reminds me of a verse that says “Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools. Please listen to this young man, he has alot to say and I think it is absolutely worth hearing.
Nancy Nesbitt
She called...
Blacks, Whites...wait African Americans and Caucasians, Asians, excuse me. Vietnamese, Philippines, Koreans and Jamaicans or Haitians, waitin' Hispanics y'all.
Please be patient Mexican, Puerto Ricans, Venezuelan, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian Democrats I beg your pardon, you partied with the late, great Reagan? Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters, Hindu, Sunii Muslim, Brothers and Sisters who never seen the New York city skyline when the twin towers still existed. But still She called.
From the bowels of Ground Zero she sent this 911 distress signal. Because She was in desperate need of a hero, and didn't have time to decipher what to call 'em, so she called 'em all Her children. The children of the stars and bars who needed to know nothing more than the fact that she called. The fact that someone attempted to harm us this daughter who covered us all with her loving arms. And now these arms are sprawled across New York City streets. A smoke filled lung, a silt covered faced, and a solitary tear poured out of her cheek. Her singed garments carpets Pennsylvania Avenue and the Pentagon was under her feet. As she began to talk, she began to cough up small particles of debris and said, "I am America, and I'm calling on the land of the free." So they answered.
All personal differences set to the side because right now there was no time to decide which state building the Confederate flag should fly over, and which trimester the embryo is considered alive, or on our monetary units, and which God we should confide. You see, someone attempted to choke the voice of the one who gave us the right for choice, and now she was callin. And somebody had to answer. Who was going to answer?
So they did. Stern faces and chisled chins. Devoted women and disciplined men, who rose from the ashes like a phoenix and said "don't worry, we'll stand in your defense." They tightened up their bootlaces and said goodbye to loved ones, family and friends. They tried to bombard them with the "hold on", "wait-a-minute's", and "what-if's". And "Daddy, where you goin?". And, "Mommy, why you leavin?". And they merely kissed them on their foreheads and said "Don't worry, I have my reasons. You see, to this country I pledged my allegiance to defend it against all enemies foreign and domestic. So as long as I'm breathin, I'll run though hell-fire, meet the enemy on the front lines, look him directly in his face, stare directly in his eyes and scream, "I AM AMERICA! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED! WE WILL NOT BE TERRORIZED! I REFUSE TO BE AFRAID! I'LL FIGHT YOU ANY COUNTRY, ANY CONTINENT, ANY TERRAIN. I'LL FIGHT TO MY LAST BREATH!"
And if by chance death is my fate, pin my medals upon my chest, and throw Old Glory on my grave. But, don't y'all cry for me. You see, my Father's prepared a place. I'll be a part of his Holy army standing a watch at the Pearly Gates. Because freedom was never free. POW's, and fallen soldiers all paid the ultimate sacrifice along side veterans who put themselves in harms way. Risking their lives and limbs just to hold up democracy's weight, but still standing on them broken appendages anytime the National Anthem was played. You see, these were the brave warriors that gave me the right to say that I'm Black. Or white.
Or
African American or Caucasian, I'm Asian, excuse me. I'm Vietnamese, Philippine, Korean, or Jamaican. I'm Haitian, Hispanic
Y'all, Please be patient. I'm Mexican, Puerto Rican, Venezuelan, Cuban, Dominican, Panamanian, Democrat I beg your pardon, you see I partied with the late, great Reagan. I'm Republican, Independent, Christian, Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, 7th Day Adventist, 5 Percenters, Hindu, Sunii Muslim,
Brothers and Sisters We're just Americans. So with that I say "Thank You" to the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, for preserving my rights to live and die for this life and paying the ultimate price for me to be...FREE!
As some of you know, I grew up in Democrat politics. My step father is NC Senator Martin Nesbitt. He married my mom when I was 10 years old. Southern Democrats in those days were conservative by nature. We all grew up in church, believed in fiscal responsibility, and believed in the United States. Then the hippies from the 60's grew up and slowly started taking over the Democrat party. Conservative Democrats saw this as a threat and banded together. They kept their mouths shut to keep the hippie crowd from screaming and threw them a bone every once in a while. (When I say "bone" I mean - A job in government - Money for their Non-profits etc..!)
Banding tighter together, the conservative Democrats had to become a "power structure" spanning across our great state of North Carolina. Teachers couldn't get a job unless they were a Democrat. Contractors couldn't win a bid on a state contract unless they gave money to Democrat campaigns. Minorities were being fed lies about their past and their future. It goes on and on and The Democrat Party Became VERY Corrupt.........
To keep the Republicans from winning, they let the hippies do their dirty work for them. Old hippies scream loud and want attention. They are masters at art and music. Things that move the human spirit. They used these tools in media, TV shows, and advertising to fool the average citizen into not believing in America, that our soldiers kill children and that God is not real. They went after the core of the Republican Party.
I met my wife Nancy in the early 1990's. And on a cold day in February, God gave us a miracle. Our daughter Savannah was born. Witnessing the birth of my child, I knew then and there that everything I was taught by the Democrats was a lie. How could someone abort a child? How could they say there is no God?
As time went on, I watched as the old, tired, conservative Democrats "literally" died. The old hippies took over completely and then something terrible happened. 9/11. After the terrorist attack, I watched how the Democrats reacted. They criticized the President and our soldiers while jockeying for power position with in their own party. They loved it when soldiers got killed because it drove the "young" hippies (aka progressives) wild and brought attention to them. The terrorist tried to kill more soldiers because they new the Democrats in power loved it and the Democrats would try to bring President Bush to his knees by ridiculing our military's winning efforts.
This is the day I became a Republican. Fighting for the safety of my family, I new the Republicans needed some help. I have been to the dark side and I know how the Democrats think. Now I'm going to show my fellow Republicans how to fight! Watch and learn!