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How did he get this far? What was the Push? What turn the Tides to make Racism get Bolder, Swell up in the Chest and activate its disgust with the rest of us?
How did He get this Far in the land where everyone who comes to her shores are promised a fair chance to achieve the American Dream…? Talk has it that He is Rising with a Wave of Hate behind Him… Brown Eyes Woman…
Inside those Brown Eyes I see Your Crown… I see a Pool of Mystery and Intensity… I see Alluring and Captivating Fight for Supremacy… Brown Eyes, Sensual Eyes, there is Fire in them, there is Compassion that will never grow out of fashion in them… Brown Eyes I see a Warrior in them, a Queen stare you down with them, and make you openly or silently bow to them… Brown Eyes, Queen Eyes, Fire and Desire Eyes, You have those eyes… Malik Canty © Word Bird 8/3/16  BLACK HANDS Started Civilization...
BLACK HANDS Built Civilizations... We are a Powerful Nation... More then a Crime Story, More then a Burden... It All Started in Africa... Bones proved it, Anthropologist proved it... Study History and you will prove it ... Come Election Day we have to vote as if Obama is running again…
Not because she is totally worthy, but because He, is the Voice of an America that seeks to make itself Great Again, by returning to a time period where they were more feared then revered… The Chosen Voice of stuck in time, frozen in their mind, individuals who seek to regulate and dominate, any group outside itself, any people who doesn’t look like them… He promised them a return of dominance that their ancestors, viciously and proudly tried to maintain… I have been asleep too long…
Ever since they foolishly slayed the Little Lamb with their Disbelief, with their Trickery, I have been in Spiritual Mourning… Too many Earthly disturbances have stirred me from my hibernation and now I Am Awake… Asleep No More…No wonder My Soul was so restless during my sleep… Look what you have become on all shores mankind… We are a Proud Race that is saturated in Antiquity…
A Race that has withstood Enslavement… A Race that has been Separated from its African Past… A Race that has been divided, persuaded to fight amongst itself… A Race that Started Civilization on its Path… Our ANGER towards each other has been well orchestrated…
Our Bitterness keeps showing itself in many forms… The inside wars in some of our neighborhoods have gone on too long… The Dope, the Coke, the Seductive and Destructive Smoke, the Liquor, the Forties, and the Lost Humans hooked on Heroin and Crack has increased along with the death count… The Weeping mother’s, the attacks on each other over trivial matters only show how we have lost the love each other as a people… The mis-trust among us is like a fungus that won’t leave us… Black Lives Matter… Black Lives Matter…
These words are not a battle cry, not a called to Arms, they are just an accumulation of frustrations that have plague the Black Nations for centuries… These words are not meant to incite, pick a fight with someone white… They are a reminder to the racists, a reminder to people who cling to old beliefs and ideas about how to deal and treat Black people… As of these words the death count by the hands of the police has reached epidemic proportions… The videos don’t lie, the cameras don’t lie…Eyewitness didn’t lie… Where are the Warriors?
The battlefield has been stretched, the enemy has gained more strength and the people are still scattered in their unity… Where are the Warriors? Seeds of Shaka, seeds of Malcolm, Seeds of Denmark, of Hannibal, of Harriet and all the others who carry the warrior seed, Now Is The Time… Prepare yourself, align yourself, for the people are still under attack… The people are Still disenchanted, Still in search of Dignity and Respect. |
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