Benjamin Isaiah Black’s “FINALE: Curtain Call”

***This was performed live on April 22, 2015***

This was the last show I performed before I graduated. It’s me doing what I do best, doing what I love to do. It’s poetry, it’s mime, it’s film, it’s theatre, it’s music, it’s entertainment, it’s inspiring, it’s encouraging, it’s uplifting, it’s art, it’s godly. I hope you enjoy it! God bless you, and I love you!

(c) April 2015, B.I.B. Productions

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Too Bad, So Sad

***This was written on January 4, 2015***
***This was performed in Benjamin Isaiah Black’s FINALE: Curtain Call***

I hear tale you don’t like me.
Too bad, so sad.
You don’t approve of my name, Bro. B.I.B.
Too bad, so sad.
So you don’t like my clothes or my style?
Too bad, so sad.
You take issue with my face and smile?
Too bad, so sad.
Someone told me you don’t like how I walk.
Too bad, so sad.
Let me guess, you’re not fond of how I talk?
Too bad, so sad.
You claim there’s something wrong with the pencils I wear,
Too bad, so sad.
And yet, you continue to gaze and stare.
Too bad, so sad.

I’m sorry, let me break for a minute.
If you’ll be a dear, please lend an ear and hear what I have to say.
I understand you take issue with me.
So, maybe I can be loud sometimes.
I’m not always good at expressing what’s on my mind.
I make it a point to give you the real deal of how I feel about something.
Modern pop music: I had it, and I’m not afraid to debate it.
I can’t stand popular fads, they hurt my brain.
Based on my attire sometimes, you’d swear I’m insane,
And I don’t claim I’m not.
I can’t pretend I don’t know why you don’t like me a whole lot.
I’m not fool, I get it.
It’s cool…And yet that
Doesn’t mean I’m changing who I am for you.
Suck it up. Get over it.
You want me to renounce my identity so you can feel better?
Will it make you feel swell, or
Cool like an evening in the summer weather?
Then forgive me for not allowing your feelings and thoughts toward me to change who I am.
No. I take that back.
I’m sorry I was sorry.
I don’t need your forgiveness to be myself.
I don’t need your permission to be free to be me,
Free like an eagle flying high though the sky with his wings spread wide going as high as he may please
‘Cause he’s free.
Not bound by any limitation
He flies with no hesitation.
Likewise, I will not be bound by you.
It doesn’t matter what you say or do.
I’m here to honor Father God, not be pandered by you,
So shoo…and don’t bother me.

You find it odd that I use “crud” and “heathen” in my speech.
Too bad, so sad.
Or that I may randomly dance as I’m walking in the streets.
Too bad, so sad.
There are many things about me I must improve,
Too bad, so sad.
But my focus is on God, not trying to please you.
Too bad, so sad.

(c) January 2015, B.I.B. Productions
(P) BOOYIKA!, Inc.