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2-23-14
Don't Cry, Mama!
It's officially the last week of Black History Month, and I felt that my duty as a black man still wasn't finished. I felt that there was still more for me to do. Thus is where this poem came from. Honestly, I think that our ancestors were speaking through me. This is what they had to say:
We as a people
are quickly dying.
Mothers
and daughters
at home crying.
Pillars of the community
can't see they're lying.
Kicking us down
but we keep trying.
Selling us nightmares,
and we keep buying.
People: wake up
f*** keeping in silence
The "no snitching" memo
is fueling the violence.
If you ain't helping
why should I
from the projects of Highland?
Is it kill or be killed?
If so, back to the president,
time to sign a new bill.
At the age of seventeen
kids are writing walls.
Chains and shackles anyway,
f*** it,
send me up on the hill.
They want our souls
out there: an easy steal.
Theirs for the taking:
us signing that deal.
Whether through contracts, hustling,
or giving guns to kill.
Not taking a second
to think how mom's
a FEEL!
To her
KKK all over again,
Us now carrying the torch,
setting everything ablaze,
including the porch.
Let's break the cycle
and come outta them caves.
Because!
From this day forward,
we are no longer
CONTENTED SLAVES!
So don't cry, Mama!
Written by Michal McThune
Thanks for reading. You're A Day In the Life with me,
Michael McThune
Peace and love!
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