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| I miss you. I miss the glazed donuts, loose burgers, I gotta job for you, I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid, do it the right way first, go get me some ice water, we goin fishin in the mornin so be ready, dont give me no fruit, go get me a beer and dont shake it up, let me drive his lincoln, give me anything I'd ask for, trusted me implicitly, sat on his lap even after I got married , and had kids. I thought you'd be around forever, but you're gone now. Daddy I love you. I can feel you still. I can still see you after a long day, resting. Holding on to your life, looking forward to the next, just chillin, layin on the couch watchin TV and bossin everyone around. Sweet Bob, Robert, Daddy, Grand Dad. I miss you. |
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| Daddy |
| Oh dear brother lover, I know your heart aches, your spirit turns around the other way, your soul shakes. These are strange times we live in. With every breath we take there's confliction. On the one hand we're offensive, on the other we're defensive. One day a witness, the next a defendant. I love you because you give the best hugs, I feel safe with you, and you can cook too. Your'e a blessing to me. Through knowing you, I've learned acceptance, practiced forgiveness, and laughed at dispair. |
| Millinium decendant African Anglo Native American I call myself African American Born with a price on my head you see, because of my ancestry, because of those who crossed the sea. Chained animals below the deck in the dark, paraded naked, thrown to the sharks. Sometimes it's hard to hold my head up, with negative images of me portrayed through mass media. I'm supposed to let go of the pain and move on, no apologies because the predators are dead and gone. No atonement, no reparations. Disillusioned soul mothers and fathers in false authority, Try to impress on me, that in order to succeed, I must replicate the powers that be identity. |
| Son |
| I feel you |
| My head is splitting inside out Demons ripping the veins from one side tearing my eye from its socket Hot acid dripping under my skin twisting wrenching Can we let this go let you go let me go and keep it let you find your own without sinking keep my mind open without keeping my eyes closed keep my heart open with all the secrets you think I cannot feel |
| Pieces of paper in my pocket |
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| He asked why I thought black women hissed, snarled, growled, and were unable to honor our brothers who chose to exclusively, or should the opportunity arise, randomely date outside of their race. I told him that it hurt more than the beating we took from him, lest the masters beating would hold nothing back. And, just as much as my father, my son, my brother, uncle, or husband being sold away from me. I told him that it hurt because I needed him, because no one else could truely love me, because he understands that behind this black skin is a woman who has not become extinct. That even though we have been kidnapped, raped, exterminated, sterilized, muted, bred in captivity, paraded naked, auctioned, beat into submission, my ancestral history blighted, denied an education, estranged from my religion, branded, mamed, castrated, denied food, and medical attention. he knows I'm still here. Besides the mutilation , and subjugation, he knows why I'm no longer silent, why I'm independant, why I'm not afraid of whuppin some ass, and speakin my mind. Why I talk loud, and why I'm so demanding. He knows I raised the masters children and nursed em too. Didn't have nothin left for my own. So when we see our brother with his pale gal, we scowl, we frown, and feel like hollerin. Because we deserve that attention. We've worked so hard to still be standing. |
| He Had To Ask |
| Fathers Brothers Uncles Sons we Mothers Sisters Nieces Daughters need YOU Out here where we are. As Leaders Providers Protecters If you are doing it, reach back and pull one up, teach one, stand in the gap. If you are lost, you've got to find your way out of the dark and into the light. No one can do it for you. Get into communion with GOD, get your education, get a job, and what ever sacrifice it takes you must handle your responsibilities as a man. We need your covering. We cannot move forward without You. |
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