Brows bent as I break down the story of America.
This wrinkle in time had my forehead looking older than it should
Because I’m worried about my children, in my hood.
This plantation struggle prevalent as the past 10 generations.
This false emancipation.
This mass incarceration.
Androids filling voids.
Reality TV white house trends.
And Facebook friends.
Snatching our minds with the absolute worse rhymes
(With mumble, auto tune hooks)And the hooks. The hookers
With mind numbing madness
So caught up that we have to hate on each other
No idea what it means to be sister or brother
All we now know is currency flow…
Where is the black press?
Where is the voice of my own?
…Karibu to my zone.
Separated from reality when we continue to follow the typical trends.
We have become a subculture of talkers.
Running off at the mouth like diarrhea.
Vultures with fixed gaze, we drink, then blaze and get a false sense of security,
Good old fashioned liquid courage.
We now living in an of era of Trumped up charges.
An era where we have spoken so much that our ears bleed,
and we still proceed
…with the rally cry.
Where do we go from here?
To be continued…
Part 2
Young, gifted and BLACK,
And always under attack –
The cyber bully boldly blasting the brothers
On the world wide web.
Tweeted the hateful words
That shake the nation.
Holdin us back with destructive distraction
Fear gaining traction.
We live through it all
We live to tell the story
Witness the glory
Witness the well oiled oppression machine
Do its thing
Leaving massive fever on the forehead of the fear mongering.
America the beautiful…
The peaks and valleys, rivers and lakes.
Missteps and mistakes.
Nature serving as its mask.
Part 3
Wading in the water to justice.
Smelling the foul air.
Chest swells. Inhale – exhale.
Then blow the trumpet across the land we call the free.
The home,
Of the Brave.
Mellow and cool.
Using gun tools, focus on the target.
Don’t lose sight.
Know your right to fight.
Read to elevate the mind.
Be kind, then relentless with might.
Flee the degradation, the ills
and live the good life
free of the strife.
This land is your land.
Colored man, Afrikan.
Diasporic beauty.
Hues and shades and tones
And complexions perplexing.
Blend from within.
Cause the evolution is the revolution.
The paradigm shift is inevitable.
What role will you play?
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