Brothers....

And so I speak
I speak to the multitude that call themselves my brothers
I am yours in all that you do
Proud brown and strong I stand in the gaps made by time
I am the glue to our shattering culture
When your tear falls
I am already racked with grief
When your shout emerges
I am already creating change
And so I act
I am a Black woman
And I am yours
For all time
I will understand you
Stand with the ointment to heal your wounds
Stand with the dagger to face your enemies
I work tirelessly
To gain your approval
Which I value as much as my own
I am not above you
I exist with you
Don’t be scared by my achievements
Don’t be worried by my possessions
I still love you
I still need you
You are more precious now than I can say
But this is the day
To join me
So I can become
Everything you conjure in your dreams
Everything your mother instilled in you
I am your sister, in the purest form
I would never betray you….
So do not damage me.

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Our principle cries blood tears
At their future arrival
Washed away chance for greatness
Gin streaked sweat, lust’s saliva
Selling our birthright for the price
Of man’s jaded approval,
A few white men on paper
Fueling work ethic refusal
And thus pure principle dies
The sword forged by perspective
Blind eyes against the problems
None are wrong so none protected

Unmarked graves must be weeping
Their dreams were buried with them
Access to different freedoms
Still living out our whims
So quick to bring fist to chest
Breathing is pain; death relief
The Clink Clank Clink Clank still heard
As Black shuffles its feet
Obsessed with competition
Fed by selfish ambition
Subjugation of others
To prevent self submission

The rain falls, God is displeased
Black was made by divine thought
Please More, Please More, determination
Looking back at why Black fought
A proud hybrid of culture
Black should reign as an emblem
Not watching others climb up
And struggling to commend them
Our principle wails loudly
As a wake up call to We
All the regality, beauty, possibility, agility, humanity, ability, humility, fertility, and RESPONISIBILITY
Should once again.
exist in.
our territory.

The Winds

The winds are subject to change
Yet in the wonder lust of yesteryear
We become something that is not
A portion of our manifest destiny.
We stress and strain to regain
A piece of life not worthy of desire
Too ignorant to know that
We were never supposed to take
Residence in that place

The winds are subject to change
Yet we look forward praying to
Our God that we don’t believe has
The Power to fulfill the very fantasies
We seek yet are so afraid of.
We plan and plot
To overthrow these other souls
We believe are in the way of our
Self structured plans, shifting the balance
Nature struggles so hard to maintain.

Scared Little Rabbit, the winds are subject to change.
They were never constrained to one direction
Or one temperature or one severity
They do as they please
They never want to take destiny from oceans or trees.
The winds know who they are supposed to be.
Taking on the world with pride and confidence…
The wind is exactly what you see.
The winds are subject to chance, so why shouldn’t we be?

Endurance

I’m in pain
My body shaking
From lack of kisses, smiles, and touching
No prescriptions
Just endurance
The Cold is like ice
Burning and freezing my soul
I want to cry
But my tears turn to crystalline
I cry out
My words meet not my existence
Reasons escape me
Just endurance
I yearn for a tip of a finger
My hearts jumps at the chance for…
Love.
I bite my lips until I taste blood
To fight back my inner most thoughts
Worthiness
I have no answers.
Just endurance.
I stand in stable condition
But the pain still comes
Frost stops the IV drip
I just want to be alive completely
I drop my head
There are no fantasies
Just endurance.

I Am A Black Woman

My booty’s gotta be rotund
My titties out to never
But my waist gotta stay 26
With no cellulite ever
My kinks are accepted but my conscience screams weave
I am a Black woman
And that’s how it be.
I ain’t really femininst
I ain’t really civil
I cant be conservative
Niggas gotta be the liberals
Gotta vote democrat
Wait pray and see
Cuz I’m a Black woman
And that’s how it be
When I bitch
Its never really for a reason
Can’t date a White Man
Nigga that would be treason
Can’t Ask my man for money
Then I’m a hooker with a fee
Cuz I’m a Black woman
And that’s how it be
I’m a ho if I have three babies
No Daddies just maybes
I didn’t sleep with myself
Has the fucking world gone crazy??
But I gotta shut up
And take care of my seed
Cuz I’m a Black woman
And that’s how it be
Makeup comes in two shades
Black and really Black
My button nose and big feet are always under attack
Light skin trumps dark skin
Girlfriends have no loyalty
Cuz I’m a Black woman
And that’s how it be
Oooo but my swagger is envied and I stand for revolution
My womb will birth a people that are immune to this pollution
Not only am I a math scholar
I am a literary whiz
I am a Black woman
And That IS how it is.

LISTEN!!!!!

I have something to say
And it won’t be the way
I portray these words
No it WILL be the message they convey
See I’m sick of us yelling
To get attention
For words that mean nothing
The real deep down
Nitty gritty
Shit aint too pretty
SPEAK!!!
Your voice ought to crack
Your soul ought to ache
When you show your voice to the world
See we all got something to say
Its programmed into the way
We live life
We live strife yall
Your words ought to permeate your walls
Fills your dormitory halls
Your struggles your troubles
Your faults your falls
LISTEN!!!!
Fashion people money
Yeah that’s nice
But we all need to talk about LIFE
If its silence we aint living it
If we yelling we aint getting it
LISTEN!!!!
Take in what your brother is saying
Not the Nikes he’s wearing
Or the ice he’s displaying
Don’t let your culture die
From the game that you’re playing
Take the time to hear the movement
Hear him say Help me
Hear her say Love me
THEN SPEAK!!!!
Defend the ones you love
Don’t stand in the shadows
Yelling nonsense up above
Reality Check- God sees you He saw you
Enough is Enough
Be CATIOUS!!!
What you don’t say in still there
What you do say is in air
Love your brother, love yourself
Then Words are only fair
Let your mouth be a weapon
A tunnel to your soul
Only then is life accomplished
Only then are words whole.

America Mine

I place a blackened kiss
To her cherry lips
You see America is my mother too
Not by birth
She adopted us all
But I being the middle child
Had the longest road
To self identification
And like any family
We kinda dysfunctional
Me and my blonde brother
Sometimes, We don’t get along
We got different daddies so
You know how that go.
I spent most of childhood in the country
So when I moved to the city
He started acting sididdy
But he warms up to me everyday
Guess we all got our ways
I gotta fight a little more
to get Mamas attention
Gotta be the strongest
the brightest
the flyyest
My mama beat my ass
for my mistakes
she see the potential
but you know them parentals
My younger siblings and I
Fight for q. time
Fight for a taste
Fight for a space
We all got different daddies so
You know how that go.