SATURDAY MORNINGS IN THE 80’S

boris_vallejo_wingsofthenightLet me set the tone of my Saturday mornings and afternoons…

A simple soundtrack that played on repeat in the reservoirs of all memories on Saturday from my life’s beginnings…

Michael Jacksons beat it, gave me confidence…

Jody Watley became a fantasy with don’t u want me…

Madonna made me want to get into the groove while Sade sung her sweetest taboo…

Shelia E spoke about the glamorous life, causing me to look at my plastos; aka plastic shoes and visualize converse, Adidas, or British Knights…

Alexander O’Neil made me wish I was anywhere but here tonight because Hulk Hogan and the Road Warrior was fighting in the morning and we have no tv so dam this is about to be boring…

So like the Mary Jane girls, I was stuck in my house tonight…

Me and Banana Ramma knew it was going to be a cruel summer, im wearing dress pants and long sleeve shirts every day, plus the suns beaming and we still have no tv…

Janet Jackson just rocked me to sleep, whispering to me her pleasure principal…

I must admit if love was a house I’d be at Janet Jacksons like Force MD’s, since we shared the same last name among other things…

Pat Benatar taught me that love was a battlefield…

So like Cherrelle, I couldn’t wait for Saturday to get here to feel that Saturday cartoon love…

With a talonous grip, I held on to these ancient things…

Willow, Legend, Red Sonya and Conan the barbarian

Ancient memories of childhood mirages of peace, smiles, and laughter…

I bottled them up…

Enthralled in my moments of escape…

Caged them up…

Hid and stored them away to use on demand…

A childhood filled with Voltron, Thundercats, and transformers…

Born in the 70’s but an 80’s baby will infinitely be my heredity…

My point of adolescent origin…

The music and the culture raised me…

Gave my still forming brain a level of symmetry…

Like racing my sister to the tv to watch cartoons every Saturday morning…

That is unless my mother felt she was backsliding and then that small tv resting on that kitchen chair had to go into hiding…

Only she knew why her lord said she was backsliding…

We were kids, we just wanted to watch cartoons…

G.I Joe, JEM, The Smurfs, and Gummy Bears too…

Dark wing duck was cool, but Dungeons and Dragons made me drool…

Even to this day I still watch Lone Star and Silver Hawks, Transformers with the Dinobots, He-Man and She-Ra…I watch it all with zero fucks…

These toons gave me an illusion of tranquility…

Tranquility wasn’t really my reality, but on Saturday mornings I had an out…

I had an escape…

I could travel to other worlds…

Be other things and people…

With my eyes closed, I could control the force like Darth Vader, make him submit and say, “You are my father”…

No room to sulk when I could just grow green and strong like the hulk…

Memories are fleeting they come and the go…

But my subconscious won’t relinquish the hold on those Saturday mornings in the early 80’s…

My sanity found solace there, planted large roots deep into my psyche like a backbone there…

I need those memories to breathe…

I need them to say I’m me…

Those Saturday mornings in the 80’s is my soul…

So I thank wolverine of the x-men, I closed my eyes used my imagination and healed…

 

FAAther Time Neteru

Friday, March 24, 2017