In
my hands I hold tears of sorrow.
In
my heart I blend ignorance & fear.
My
logic brings me,
to
want to want to bring the sorrow of death,
among
the whites too.
But, God
continues to whisper in my ear.
And
for that they should be thankful ....
They
should be thankful, right!?
That
the only man I fear,
happens
to be a Black Man too,
& in his hands he holds the prophecy:
Be
strong & stand hold to see what the Black Man can be.
The
Black Man,
Seen
as such corruption in the eyes of these white americans.
The
Black Man,
The
first being to walk this earth in the perfect image of our God.
The
Black Man.
If
you want us to believe in those televised lies then come up with better ones,
Because,
logic?
There
is none.
My
generation accepts nothing but the truth and for that our ancestors are
thankful.
That
Black Man who's child had to witnessed that Black Women defending him with our
only defense right now,
a camera?
a camera?
That's
what broke the camels back!
That
was my last straw!
I
seen that Black Man being of the youngest who stand closest to me.
I
seen that Black Man being of the ones who stands oldest to me.
The
ones who are supposed to protect me...
But
now,
the world asks,
what protection is to be provided from me?
the world asks,
what protection is to be provided from me?
That
answer came with peace from within my own community.
As I watched the youngest of Black Women,
&
the ones who stand oldest to me,
behind, beside & between our brothers
holding on to their prophecy:
Be
strong & stand hold to see what the Black Man can be!
They
showed me that they could kill'em,
they
could harm'em,
but the black man's greatest secret weapon is
me.
Yeah,
Yeah,
I said they could kill,
but let me know where our next rally will be.
They
could pass "Laws" & we won't see change,
But
let me know which industry we'll be boycotting today.
Dear
Dr. King,
peaceful protest makes logical sense to me but like Malcolm X & Langston Hughes I will use my gift of voice and poetry freely,
peaceful protest makes logical sense to me but like Malcolm X & Langston Hughes I will use my gift of voice and poetry freely,
so
Dear Black Man,
this
poem is my promise to you.
Beside
you I will always be.
On
capital hill,
with
a sign in my hand,
in
a kufi.
In
a jail cell looking at you through the bars,
wondering,
if this is what life is suppose to be?
wondering,
if this is what life is suppose to be?
Lying
dead,
in mixture of our blood on the concrete.
in mixture of our blood on the concrete.
Mixing
our blood & making more of God's greatest creations because right now,
beside
you,
whatever
it takes.
That's
where I will to be.
Dear
Black Women,
Be strong & stand hold to see what the Black Men can be.
Be strong & stand hold to see what the Black Men can be.
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