How dare you wear them in dreads on your head, it’s not a right, it’s a privilege and it comes with much responsibility. Maybe you should be like Samson, cut em down and lose your power. Walking round talking nonsense, taking us back to them yester-years. Forget looking like a symbol, what we need is some new black heroes. It took our fathers 400 year, blood, sweat and tears, to build that bridge; and now you’re trying tear it down, walking around here acting like a clown. Pull them pants up, take a minute and just hush, buy a ticket to the National African American Museum, then maybe your feeble mind might just get it. Loose them chains and activate your brain, if you wont represent , release the crown. Do you understand what it means to be black, black is not a color it’s an honor. So serve us up with, 2 sides of Martin and 16 ounces of Malcom. If you can’t comprehend, then check yourself in, into HBCU. Then maybe those dreads on your head might become a promise for tomorrow. If not, then check those dreads in!
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mlowe5 says: Indeed. Black is not a fashion! It is a reality! Crowning Glory is not bought; its earned---reflected in being Black and Proud and "...a prolmise for tomorrow..." today! Thanks for sharing this well crafted message. One Love. One Peace. One Heart. mlowe5 |
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SYQ222 says: Thank you. Thats true!!# |
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Carmello yello says: Your words are our language perfected. The rhymes, prefixes, suffixes all align together towards a message of truth that I [and others] need to hear more of. |
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RUTH...lessblood stained sleeves...drinched with traces of her best regards... He took it hard...how startling it was to witness a man with an issue of love. Brokenhearted... when she departed....yet stunned by her lack of appreciation for his father's mannerisms.... She liked to role play...but sex wasnt the issue.. She was ill-willed and accustomed to playing the victim.  |
Public Service AnnouncementYour pain is selective, you should be more generous to those who are bit more deserving. I wish you would treat yourself more kindly….just like your anger.. it just may... rub off on me. Are we now siamese twins...dna and Fingerprints... immersed all over me... No need to pound the floors...coming to a conclusion.. I'll reap yesterday's breeze and tomorrow's blessings…i'll take what's behind door number 2... Self love...yours truly...bought sense and my freedom…I can't comprehend your definition of love…and I can't comprehend me staying...lost for words...and lost in love...feeling power-less but I'll use the less for the betterment and leave. |
On Point!There was an assembly among queens… took a load off my extremities..like the stars we sat high... deep in some heart to heart….no lie I was looking and feeling fly…..posing like a Wildflower... in full bloom….just trying to be different….while kicking it. But she caught me off guard….she was on point, like a tight grip...I was feeling her... How could it be...as rare as I can be.. this sista spoke unarmed....Was....she me in another dimension… 2 million light years away….damn I had to take a leap off my pedestal ….cause this Sista was on whole nother level. Thank the Lawd... I wasn't driving... cause that day...I’d da got pulled over... the conversation was intoxicating… soul was full and convicted...my conscience solved the equation, E=MC square ...the truth was the formula...that was a hell of a sermon….she had to be a guardian angel...or was God trying to tell me something. It’s time to cha... |
Love RulesLiving half dead must be a hard job. Latching on to hate must make you feel alive. A soul so low that I could peel it from your empty heart. Finding pleasure in demeaning another man. You reek of death. Your mind is an analogy of weak mythology. Your yes men are misguiding you. Its official, only love will rule. |
I PrayI pray for her....Her eyes can't lie. A beautiful hand stitched couture made only for her but adorned with a somber shoulder. She wasn't there. Her soul stepped out for a moment. I pray for her. the weight of the world... I pray... If only she could trade places, a daub of blue tint on her lips... I pray for her in confidence... I pray ... |
What A WasteHe put me in a compromising position. I think he was just fishing, trying to see if I was that kinda girl. He wanted to connect but my system was down. I do believe in celibacy... He thought I said that I wanted to sell a little bit. He got it twisted...im not like that Mister why dont you leave me alone. I gave him the finger but that seemed to turn him on. Trying to get inside my head with all that nonsense...i got my own bills...i aint paying for your Mercedes-Benz....i hate weak azz men like that. Im a queen didn't yo momma teach you better, he "said i aint got no momma, she left me to the streets when I was three". I said " well today Im gonna teach you something " I'm a real one! Hell of a woman...top of the line... At the count of two ...I think its time for you to move on!" "Bue Boy!" Damn yawl he was fine but I don't get down like that. What a waste! |
Excuse Me!You have force my hand and I will lay down my Queen of Spades, its the only way. Take note and here me, it aint over. My lobes hear the high frequencies of the famous classical ... The Fifth Element...coming the lips of that plump opera singer. Don't get too comfortable sitting oval.... We The People are still voting... at www.fidupwithyour###.com we are the hands that built Wall Street, together our currency is long and strong. We are the checks and balances. 10 more grains of sand, and its count down, your dysfunction is embarrassing, my patience is tapped out, this isnt just about me its more about my unborn grandchild. Missiles flying trying to get your attention, my telepathy tells me heaven ain't ready for me, maybe you should share a glass of diplomacy and stop flexing Cearsar's dead energy, running the white house like a pagan, maybe I should take a trip in a time capsule do a matrix and rule the world and become the First Woman President. |
Singing The BluesMy pen cannot fathom nor can it describe my displeasure. My mind and my tongue was once on one accord but now they have parted ways since dah.... Electorial College betrayed our democracy, ruling with hate, have they lost their minds and now the earth is off course, headed towards Venus. I should get off at Mars, yet the moon looks rather cozy. Although duty is calling, should I take up my grandfather's old rugged cross and wear my grandmother's shoes, talk that talk and walk that walk or should I just sang the blues.... should I just sang the blues.... become a one woman band put a white gardienia flower on the side of my hair and just sang the blues.... D-flat please......oooooh.. Oooh missing Obama....oh...missing ..have you seen my OoooObama .. it's raining.....sanging the blues.... yea yea..... you don't know.. I'm feeling blue. Ooh ooh ooooooh ummm. Where are you...oooh ooh.. ladies wave your hands in the air.... yea!!... fellas do ya feel me!!🎤🎼ðŸ... |
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The BanI saw her heart pounding from her chest. Her passion agonized of what was written. Her tongue is bitter. How can he lead when his mind is anchored in anomosity? Is her faith is being tested as well as persecuted. Is history repeating or is this deja vu. Pharoh your kingdom seems out of character let my people go. Broken hearts protesting online with a thousand non-passgers who spirits are flying high. Chanting hopes to rewrite the wrong in hopes of being on the right side of history. |