The Message.

IMG_0968They want you in fear,
They kill black men to grab your attention,
They take away your fathers and brothers,
They find the root of your support system and kill it,
They want you to fear giving birth,
They destroy the minds of growing black men so they have nothing to offer,
They tie your black men to a system that forever follows them,
So even when your black man wants to change…he can’t,
They kill us to break your heart,
They want to give you the fear to never experience this again,
They hope you choose not to birth and raise another black man,
They know the only way to get rid of us is to get rid of you,
This is the message they’ll attempt to send you,
Black woman.
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Sun Down.

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Sun down,
The moment my life becomes a novelty,
A beacon of hope starts to dawn on me,
I could never tie myself to poverty,
Lost pride,
Then found the God in me,
Young man learned when to let the father speak, Continue reading “Sun Down.”

Just Another Nigga.

Something I could never be,
Born to leave a legacy,
Though I’m born into hell it seem,
This little light of mine I let it beam,
Refuse to be another nigga the world already seen,
Don’t need a screen to change the scene,
Change your path alter expectations,
Snakes hidden in the grasses waiting,
See you fail they congratulating, Continue reading “Just Another Nigga.”

The Bottom

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“You’re never as low as you think”-Bas
It takes time and true understanding to learn that we create our own idea of “the bottom”. It starts internally with the things we tie our hearts to that brings us joy. When they aren’t working in ways we believe we need them we begin to feel hopeless. It’s almost like having tunnel vision towards your desires. Too many times to we limit ourselves & our happiness to the things we want instead of the things we need. The only bottom we have is the bottom we create for ourselves. Sometimes when we hit what we believe to be the bottom it’s the first step to raising to the mountain top.

The Beauty Part 1

Lay your eyes upon her brown skin,
Thank the lord for forgiving sin,
Admire every imperfection,
How she carry pain so casually?,
Sunlight graced her skin,
Her beauty shined naturally,
This isn’t love nor does it has to be,
Actually,

Continue reading “The Beauty Part 1”

God Is Love…

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You’d look at me different if I called God Allah,
We pray for the same things,
If I pray once compared to your 3,
Where in the bible does that confirm your better than I,
When did this become a competition,
You wonder why many question religion,
You’d step on my neck to get closer to the most high, Continue reading “God Is Love…”

No More Black History Month!!!!!

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                 Before I start, this piece was written way before Stacey Dash comments. After the backlash, I went back and edited this piece. When Discussing this topic the delivery will stand out more than the reason you have for the statement. If we dream of a world of true equality one day black history month will have to end. Not because we don’t deserve it or we will forget it. It will just eliminate the limitations on black history. Black success stretches out further than the shortest calendar month. Are we really that attached to a month that we believe it is a badge of power? Continue reading “No More Black History Month!!!!!”