So that moment has come...can't stand for it anymore. The hustle, the bustle, the way we worked hand-in-fist to create this mess.
Now you say its time for him to go back to whence he came. Back to the street. The street of his struggle; that passive -aggressive struggle.
To you, it's just business as usual; but for him its the realization that he never fit in to your grand scheme.
He was always a "Black Man" you failed to recognize inside of his street St. approved tailored suits and shined magnanni shoes.
This image, is the great contrast of a man that walked through your glass doors. That brotha, the one that always made you cringe and whisper "I wish he [they] would just go away". Like the reaper he has come for you, and your Wall St. cronies...may you find a god of your understanding now.
If you could only see how "Black" he is beneath the carmel-latte-cream-colored smile you have so unjustly interwoven into his heritage.
If you only knew that your worst nightmare sat just a few feet across a conference room table.
But know that "He's different...he's not like the others" (whatever that means) only he is the same as all the others like him on the inside, just like you are the same as your kind.
Now the Bull is surrounded, caged-up by the people of the [occupy movement] struggle as you do your due-diligence and look for a successor, a new N#@%!; well...who's gonna take your place.
The gig is up, for us both. Welcome to the Street-
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