Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Unfinished...

...They keep us depended like infants with chains on our feet and shackles on our mind
When I write rhymes I throw life lines
There is no reason for sharing if I can’t tell into my soul and use my painful past to compose a rose to give a teary 12 year old girl to show her that someone really cares about her
She doesn’t need jump in out of different cars and maybe I can encourage her to start get in and out of bigger books
What she holds in between her thighs is precious enough to hold until she dies unless she finds a man fit enough in her eyes for that prize
There’s no reason for no open mic reading if no poet won’t stand up here and talk about our brethren
They designed this economic and education system to keep Negroes depend like infants
Liberation is never given liberation is won so your colonizer they freed u none they just uses the confidence of capitalistic gains to keep u numb just like they give u religion, education, entertainment to keep u gum
See slavery days present day aren’t that much different in many ways,
see in todays society I am boxed in behind walls of poverty and denial,
I am chained to whatever is leftover in this society,
Brick by Brick the blocks get thick and I have gone to damn far to quit,
And come so close to get what I want and feel I do deserve,
I am stuck between second class, second race, and second rate,
Who but they determine my outcome my fate,
See I want to deliberate the weight of Jim Crow,
But does Jim Crow knows that I am trying to pry myself free,
By way of opportunity,
See opportunity is the key that opens all door,
Opportunity gives you the chance to advance while the world takes a glance,
And we need to get them to see our point of view or stance,
Se were are oppressed and need things to change because life ain’t so easy,
Let’s not ignore what they have been doing to us for so long,
And this struggle exists and I feel will be lifelong if we aren’t strong,
How would they like it if they worked on a cotton mill against their will and there was no such thing as free will,
Let’s place them in chains and see how they like being beaten with so much pain,
Not just physical but also mentally, see how they like it,
Cause see slaves had no freedom and rights and see if ever a black man wanted to hit a white girl right,
HA he would surely be in a fight for his life and end up dead with his dick cut off and place right into his mouth and be placed on display throughout the whole night
I’m just saying things need to be changed with some commodity exchange with ideas either being fired at close range or far like at a driving range, (I’m just saying)
If you got any ideas say it loud and proud, because I will because I know I’m willing to stand up and help put those ideas into action, and make moves to improve the world’s overall function...

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