I Am A Tue Fan OF The Black Man

My Heart Thoughts

You can't make him happy and
You can't make him stay
You are not happy with yourself anyway
Your heart has been broken
We see the tears streaming
This is not you.. this person you are seeing
Look in the mirror
Look at the Queen that was birthed
Recognize the beauty inside you
Recognize your worth
I know you have been hurt
Just let the pain run out
Being with a man
You don't have to wonder about
You never have to question love
When it's true
You never have to question love
When you love you
Every man that you come in contact with
Will not know your worth
Just know you are Gods creation
You nurture this earth
Take your time when moving forward
In time love will find you
Just remember that a real King's love will always be true

© Sheltial Green

There Was A time

There was a time when families stayed, prayed, and stuck together

Now it's like no one knows each other

There was a time that children by themselves could walk to the store

In this time they go missing so not anymore

There was a time when drugs were used but mostly, weed

Now they are mixing drugs and killing the feens

There was a time when TV's were off at 10

Now the TV channels never end

There was a time when neighbors were your friend

Not you have to watch neighbors and your own back again

There was a time when you saw street lights 

Most of the children would be in

Now the parents are scared to discipline 

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Why Must I try to Survive ForJust Being Black Me

How can the free fight to be free?
Why must I try to survive for just being Black me?
They don't want me to walk
They don't want me to run
I can't buy candy
Without them pulling their guns
They don't want me to sleep
They don't want me to kneel
They see me as a target
So they continue to kill
Why again must I try to survive to be Black me?
I can't barbecue
I can't stand in the street
But they can hide their faces with different uniforms and sheets
They don't want me to drive
I can't  get a peaceful pullover
Get out of the car don't move
Hands over your shoulders
I can't go to church
They don't want me to pray
Because my every attempt to rise
They block my way
Why again must I try to survive to be Black me?
There is no justice and there is no peace
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Free No More

 Imagine them telling you 

You'd never be free

Your life will be a world of slavery 

When you have children they tell you they belong to me 

Once again they remind you how you would never be free

Daily beatings to master you pray

In your head you tell yourself one day 

They hear you praying 

And You Hear them say 

The Lord doesn't listen to s pray

In your mind and heart says escape 

Running to freedom 

You can't take anymore

Your feet are hurting

Your hands are sore

Asking the Spirit to lead the way 

No more doing what master says

Hound dogs barking 

They are on your trail

Through the swamp filled waters 

Walking through alligator hell

No more yes sir no more noma'am 

IYou travel the ...

In The Mirror I See

I gave you my peace

I gave you my time

I gave you my heart

You infected my mind

I thought it was love

You to belittled me

You slowly took away my peace

Me feeling broken

Full of self doubt

Wondering will it get better

Or if I can do without

I looked in a mirror

And what did I see

A broken reflection

Of what was supposed to be me

Parts of me just fading

Slowly away

Tomorrow will be a new day

No longer allowing anyone to take my peace

I used to love them more

But now it is about me

I look in the mirror

And what do I see

Stronger and New improved ME

@ Sheltial Green

In Remembrance

So many focused on helladays
What about our ancestors
Who fought for our heaven
In remembrance 9-11
It's not the only day of death
How many tears we have wept
Bloody, beaten, hung and some died
But we wear the flag screaming "Black Pride"
The whips they felt across their back
For not wanting to take up masters slack
Bending down shining their shoes
Our children kept from learning and schools
In the fields all day picking cotton
My ancestors will not ever be forgotten
No shoes bloody hands and back
A world that a crime is worse when Black
Rest in power for all lives lost
The continuous Black Holocaust
Amerikkka needs intervention
My prayers are out to those
Who the world neglects to mention 

Selling That Hard

Selling that hard
Say you won't be a slave
You won't work for the white man
So the streets your trade
Nothing you have is legit
Stacking papers
Now you're that
Until the feds caught you
Look at what that hard bought you
Now you are suffering
You need help
This time you alone by yourself
Now you're thinking about those you turned your back on
Expecting their money to cover you
No cell phones
Prepaid phone calls home
You said you would not be a slave
But behind them bars
It is whatever they say
The tears are coming
No more street running
Some of your friends are out here snitching
Others in jail DL male hitting
Those worldly obsessions
Now the government  has your physical possessions
Stressing
10 years to life
Your street Lesson

Fear Of A Black Son

The fear of the black son
Someone has to save them
Especially if dad is locked up
With only mama left to raise them
The fear of the black son so often ridiculed by fools
The fear of the black son to be constantly accused
The fear of the black son
He can't walk the streets
He is constantly harassed by white sheets and slithering corrupt police
The fear of the black son purposely miseducated
Killed by some of his own kind
A Lot of killings gang-related
They fear the black son
The one who makes wise decisions
They would rather lock them behind bars
The New slave life is the prison
The fear of the black son
My fear him becoming a Black man
Being a Black man in America
Praying hands
Understand

I think I lost My Way

I think I've lost my way
I'm trying to find my way back 
The things that are natural
have been taken from my black
Brainwashed into thinking loving myself is wrong
The texture of my hair nappy
What some consider weak
Is the strength of my song
Born in this world naked with no clothes
Unsure about life
So they programmed a knee grow
I had to fall in love with myself
I had to love being me
Although I was taught to hate
The beautiful features that I see
I have children
I was implanting generational curses 
Thinking I was changing history
When I was actually reversing 
So I ask myself 
Who am I 
Am I black 
Am I free
Am I caught in the lies of this Slave captivity
When I look in the mirror
Does it reflect Or deflect
Do I love the skin I'm in
My dark lovely ...

How Can You

How can you love the mother 
And hate your own brother
Same blood flowing
Divided against one another
Some of you stay following the masses
Some of you stay kissing others asses
What is really wrong with your brain
No self-love
Pledging to a gang
What are you trying to attain
Separated by colors and divided us by names
Your pants sag
There are different flags
You will never have riches
Because you adore rags
Black toe tags
Body bags
Blacks
Divided against their own race
Making our blackness into such disgrace
We were born into a world of slavery 
Yet you're still holding on to idiocy
Can you see
Or are you staring blindly
You think it is okay to kill thee
Your own sister your brother
Your fathers your mothers
No love for anyone
Just hating one another 
Your mind...