I wrote this the other day for a Spoken Word Event I got invited to that takes place in February.
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The terrorists are here
Just feeding off our fears.
Studying our prayers.
So wherever we wish them not to be they just appear
Just the Klan dressed in blue
Same shade, a different hue.
It's a legal genocide, they ain't deaf and they ain't blind
They only see the things they can use to bind
A nation that lacks patience, multiply the self hatred and we'll divide
A black boy In the books, is the same as a black boy catching jux
And the valedictorian is still looked at like she on to corner with with them hooks
Sank Deep In her Brown skin
That she goes to Church once a week to purify of sin
The country keeps her insecure,
Always Guessing and never sure
Is my natural hair dark and lovely or is nappy and too coarse
fukk I can't keep this shyt at bay and this shyts too short
Is my skin the right shade
Is it light enough? am I vain?
Are my brown eyes just black holes
Carrying the lost souls
Of people from my past, who were bronze colored with hearts of gold?
Am I defined by this ass, my curves and not my laugh
Does this chip I carry on my shoulder means I always have to eat last?
And then we turn on the news starring another youth murdered by blues
Red all over chest, by the white people who nailed em with tools
Gave him a permanent gag.
Striped em and kept reloading the mags
They say the land of the free and I just laugh
Because Isn't it ironic That the colors I mentioned before, are the ones in our nations flag?
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The "Multiple The Hatred, And We'll Divide" theory is what I'm talking about. They won't admit it, and they don't have to. A lot of black people hate themselves, unconsciously. The the point that in order to remain our sense of false confidence, we have to put down the next closest thing to ourselves, which are our opposite gender counterparts. It's a deeply rooted problem in our community, embedded in our minds over time and this whole thread just reeks of self hatred. The idea that YOU HAVE to talk to white women, or white men, is hazardous the our community because it shows that the standard of beauty that they've been forcing down our throats is starting to pollute our minds. Even as a child I was on that same tip. "Black girls don't have hair, so I like white girls" and then you get older, and you realize that's how we're programmed to think. I don't think like that anymore, and I haven't for sometime, but if we're not teaching our young brothers to love themselves and their women, teaching our young women to love their skin and hair and to love their brothers, we'll fail. We need each other to succeed. So in turn, black women turn to white men because the white men want to try something "different" and in reality the whole thing is counterproductive mind control that we need to overcome eventually. I don't really know how yet, but there's a solution. There has to be. It's not really their fault, and as sad as it seems, we have to teach love again. Because black love isn't manufactured, it's organic. Which is why you never see it accurately portrayed in movies or television. They can try, but it's too pure to be scripted. It has to start at home. In order to love a black woman, you have to truly love yourself and your people. With the good and the bad. A lot of us can't say that though. Black people are some of the ONLY ethnic people in the world who don't resemble any other race. So to appreciate it you have to go against the grain these days, and that all comes back to loving yourself.
how is it four or five when I've only been with three guys
