Funny story.
QUICKLY--background: I sent my parents a happy box--as I call it. they are both retired and going through EMPTY nest syndrome. So I try to send them happy boxes with new ideas, hobbies, british literature, electronic toys--especially. Give them a reason to go the post office and check their mail.
Anyway, I bought my father the TUPAC's book of poetry. LOL. He was flabbergasted at Tupac's talent. He thought he was just a 'thug' but soon papa bear realized that Tupac is a literary artist with an urban flair. Anyway, he called me tonight to recite a couple of the poems and um.. It was hilarious.. It took everything WITHIN not to laugh. Bless his old fashioned soul. Gotta love him!
My father was reciting the words with such profoundness (like an Elizabethan actor) but of course--some of Tupac words were in slang form. My father was pronouncing those words with such passion. And basically--it sounded 'uncomfortable' for him. Like President Bush using stereotypical rappers' hand gestures while saying 'YEAHH BOY'--mimicing Flavor Flav. It was hilarious. I love it.
I just thought I'd share
Here's one of my favorite Tupac Poems:
The Rose that Grew from Concrete
Did you hear about the rose that grewfrom a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concretewhen no one else ever cared.
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