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Her name was murmured in trash filled alley ways, as ghetto life drowned out her existence
She stayed on the lips of weak minds that pimped her for their personal agendas
Fake pretenders flirted with her, but too ignorant to recognize her worth
Powers that be scared to face her, as they run and hide when she came on the scene expressing bold convictions
Even great Dr.Martin Luther King had dreams about her
Malcolm X so proud of her, he protected her values by all means necessary!
Adversaries handled her mean, dismantled her dreams keeping the masses sleep on her
I myself try to keep her close by my side, for I have so much pride in her, confided in her to have my back
Sad that negative impulses beat her down, and she don't come around as often
Until blood stain coffins with bodies slain by another black hand her name is callin
Mothers ballin under dim street lights, tears falling clutching lifeless bodies of their children screams out her name
Is it her I blame, for the shame and endless pain that reeks havoc in our broken and shattered communities?
For her name I pen in this piece is....
BLACK UNITY!
Man...I Miss Her
