Justice League, Fantastic Four, X-Men and Spidey,
all kind of cool but for Hancock i have no need.
i can’t say i was truly surprised to see
that the only black superhero just had to be angry,
constantly sippin, constantly trippin,
ruining everything he touched,
constantly cussin, threatening violence
and i thought it was all a bit much
that he couldn’t get it together until
a white man came to change his life
and after all the man did for him,
Hancock still ran up on his wife.
does anyone else realize that Hollywood is pimpin us?
luring us with stereotype candy wrapped in jokes,
banking on the fact that we will remain unprovoked
by what we see on the silver screen,
blind to the fact
that in a film based in L.A.,
the majority of the Latinos and blacks
were not walking down the street, but inmates
and that it is no mistake
that the Middle Eastern store-owner’s English
was not so great.
i don’t need a black superhero
crafted by an industry out to get paid
because in real life, black superheroes
walk around every day
fight adversity and still find strength in them to pray,
face temptation to take shortcuts but still choose the right way
go to work so they can take care of their families
and raise their children so that the next generation could see
bullets may not bounce off of them
but they still can save the world because
their superhuman power is to survive
so forget Hancock!
real black superheroes don’t have to leave the ground