Monroe Dispatch - No Struggle, No Progress

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".......