i sit and try to innerstand
the sentiment of numbness
that consumes me..
after contemplation
the manifestation
becomes apparent..
I’M ANGRY..
why do i feel this way?
it ain’t so hard to say
so i’m just gonna say it..
maybe this ever present anger
continues to linger
because change ain’t moving fast enough..
maybe the rage within my soul
continues to burn a hole
because my people are stuck..
i watch them as they bathe in frustration
of blocked goals
and fear of failure..
i see families
trying to raise their seeds
in the face of indignity..
hopes and dreams
underminded
and blinded
by the institutions that govern us..
I’M ANGRY..
angry at existing in the wealthiest nation
and not being able
to be elated
about equal opportunities
because
they ain’t really equal at all..
as the world continues to hate
we continue to die
at a disturbing rate
and the sad thing is
we are killing ourselves..
drug abuse
crime
and moral decay
have become the way
that we survive..
while Hypertension
AIDS
and Homicide
continue to close our eyes..
and the media has become the lens
in which we depend
to view ourselves..
I’M ANGRY..
at how we make a reality
of the stereotypical black man and woman
that other races perceive us to be..
we exploit each other for material gain
and fame
distorting our true potential and power..
the vacant esteem
has no gleam
but we don’t see that though..
I’M ANGRY..
i’m tired of watching single Queens’
raise their children
because it’s hard to play two roles..
seems like the Kings’ have left them alone
and nobody left a crumb trail for them to
find their way home..
i pray in my heart
that we realize we are greatness together
instead of apart..
what happen to Black Love?
i pray to the Creator above
that change will come..
because instead of planning to live
we are planning to fail
tossing all the glory the creator has given to us
straight into the garbage pail..
our brown shaded boys
have adapted guns as their toys
and our golden shaded girls
live in a world
of disrespect
simply because they don’t believe
they can achieve
magnitudes of power..
I’M ANGRY..
but i dull the pain
of the shame
by writing these lines
hoping the world will hear these rhymes
and let the healing begin…
© Mahogony Diva 2008 / all rights reserved
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