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Pen wouldn't move til now Current eventz got me feelin some kinda way

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Why & What

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They ask me, “What?”

What is my fascination with adoration and infatuation?

Not taking into consideration that these are the kernels

from which the lifeblood of man and wife love

springs forth.

 

They ask me, “Why?”

Why do I trivialize my ink addressing such things

when in less time than the blink

of a human eye our brothas and sistas die?

Rarely taking the time to think

that love gives rise to devotion;

that your heart when it has your nose open

will sacrifice itself so their hopes and

their dreams not only survive…but thrive,

renewing your purpose in being alive. So, I sigh…

 

For What and Why need not be asked.

Just look at our black family’s past:

When family bonds were armor.

When our matriarchs were honored

as the backbone of our clans

in these distant and foreign lands

that bred us for stronger hands

and longer hours than they

themselves could stand.

 

When that crow named James

cawed laws to maintain

his control over his own mother,

and though his scientists would discover

we ALL descend from the same maternal

womb, still can’t accept we are brothers.

 

When our money - just as green -

held in our hands somehow seemed

unworthy of their economy

so we built our own

since they wanted to be…segregated.

But when we excelled they let their hatred

loose like vicious beasts!

Burned our banks and filled our streets

with our blood on several occasions

across this damnable nation!

 

When they who professed Christian ways

sent numerous black men to early graves

for daring hold them accountable to their own teaching!

Subjected black children to hosings and beatings

for holding up mirrors to their shame!

 

How did we survive this?

Love…Black love to be precise is

the fundamental source of our resilience

for bouncing back from every foul experience

we’ve encountered, and we’re still here.

 

And even today, we still dare to cry out for justice

when those sworn to protect us choose to touch us

with the finger of death but what’s fvcked up is

our love for ourselves ain’t the same.

 

Got us looking outside of our own to attain some semblance of joy.

Hoodwinked by divide and conquer tactics they employ;

causing us to resent us. To be against us.

Embracing images that misrepresent us so we might reject …us.

 

So don’t ask me Why and What as it pertains to what I pen.

If adoration is the seed of love, that’s where I must begin.

I will water it ‘til tears of grief become joy once again,

or until the day that I no longer can.

 

-HymnAgen

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ElroyKen says:

Alwayz nice. Keep um coming.

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hymnagen says:

'Preciate that, ElroyKen! Peace

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