Please be careful while "smoking" (reading) this "joint" (poem) because it is laced with some powerful truths that might cause some to become "paranoid". In light of all the protests that we have witnessed over the past years expressing our frustration with the senseless murders of unarmed black men by the police, I "rolled" (wrote) this "joint" (poem) to encourage us to take some responsibility for how we treat each other which negatively influences the way others view and treat us. While we should continue to voice our dissatisfaction with this blatant abuse of authority, we should be equally as angry and display the same level of disappointment and rage when "Ray Ray" kills or shoots "Mane Mane". We have become so numb and insensitive towards each other that there are few if any demonstrations against the Black On Black Crimes that are being committed in our neighborhoods every day. But, we express our disappointment when others (who have never shown love toward us) fail to treat us with the love and respect that we don't even show for each other. This "joint" was "rolled" to help us understand some of the factors that may be contributing to how others treat us. We can't expect others to love, respect and value our lives more than we love, respect and value ourselves. Think over these words…
"OUR BLACK LIVES DON'T MATTER" (The #Hashtag poem)
COPYRIGHT 2016 WRITTEN BY: MR. MARION OBAFEMI, "THE PO' FOLK'S POET"
AND INSPIRED BY: GOD
IF WE WANT RESPECT, FOR OUR BLACK LIVES
WE MUST PROTECT, OUR BLACK WIVES
STOP THE CHEATING AND THE BEATING, LEAVING THEM WITH BLACK EYES
SHE'S MORE THAN JUST A TOOL FOR OUR PLEASURE
WE'RE FOOLS, IF WE THINK HER ONLY TREASURE
IS BURIED BETWEEN HER BLACK THIGHS.......
ALL THE BLACK MEN, NEED TO RAISE THEIR BLACK KIDS
THEN ALL THE BLACK WOMEN, WON'T BE BITTER AS LEMONS
WORD TO THE TRAP HOUSE, ITS TIME FOR A BLACK OUT
A MESSAGE TO THE BLACK MAN ,GET YOUR MIND OUT THE TRASH CAN
NO SPOOKS, AND SPIRITS WILL FREE US, ONLY TRUTH, IN THE SKILLET CAN FEED US.......
GET A KNOWLEDGE OF SELF, BUILD OUR OWN WEALTH AND BELIEVE IN BLACK PRIDE
STOP THE CRABBING, AND THE STABBING, WITH THE BLACK KNIVES
PUT DOWN THE GUNS, AND WATCH THE SUN, SHINE DOWN ON BLACK SKIES
OPEN YOUR EARS, THEN YOU WILL HEAR, THE SAD SOUNDS OF BLACK CRIES
IT'S BOUND TO HAPPEN, EVERY OTHER SECOND, ANOTHER BLACK DIES.......
BLACK MUD IS THE STUFF THAT WE SLING, ON A BROTHER WHO'S RECORD IS CLEAN
BLACK DRUGS IS THE STUFF THAT WE SLANG, TO EACH OTHER TO HELP EASE THE PAIN
BLACK BLOOD IS THE STUFF THAT WE SPILL, WHEN WE'RE MAD OR JUST WANT A CHEAP THRILL
BLACK FLOOD IS WHAT FLOWS ALL THE WEEK, AS TEARS ROLL DOWN MOMMA'S BLACK CHEEKS
BLACK LOVE WE EXTEND AND WE SCATTER, TO THOSE THAT
"OUR BLACK LIVES DON'T MATTER".......
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