BLack Brother You Are to late

[talibahbmills]

They say black babies need black mothers
But what happened to black fathers
They disappering like cats in black neighborhoods next to chineese shops
You probaly thought I was going to say the white man but not
NO ones killing dissing or depressing you
Its all in your head
Don't blame it on the white man you are your own shame
You Marched with Malcolm Mandela Martin and Farrakhan
ANd you are still the same
You making your children weak and your wife barley speaks
Why must you contunue to cause this pain
As i sit thinking In the back of my mental I know what it is
Its the crack that breaking your back its making you weak
so weak you cant even stand on your feet
You got us where we cant eat and you can forget about sleep
We waiting on that call because yes we do know it all
You will more than likely go jail
And our dumb ass will wait
Left alone to face this wefare poverty and hate and
Then you will come home all detoxed and bones
but we cant look at you the same for we've moved past the drugs and pain
Its time for us to move on we dont know how many hommies you've boned
We have moved on
we moved past the hate
And we are tired of making the same tired of making mistakes

BLACK BROTHER YOU TO LATE tbmm


This was the first poem I ever wrote at age 16 it was in memory of my father who at the time was addicted to crack and died 4ys later of AIDS in 2001. my poems have come along way since then but this one i can alwys remeber please take heed drugs kill if they are not main cause they lead to a main cause
one love

[G.O.D.F.A.T.H.A.]

This is a wonderful peice of art sister. Uhuru thanx for sharing this!

[SheRose]

Heh heh........A REPOST, heh heh. Thanks sistah.


A HARD LOVE For My Brothers


HARD LOVE

The love we have for our brothers these days is hard
Sometimes it hurts US even, it's so damned hard
But it's a love that can't be denied
And it's a truth like, we ain't neva lied

We will not, can not, refuse anylonger, to hold him up
He's become too much, too sad, too heavy
We've soothed him, rocked him, and given him our cup
Yet still, he refuses to celebrate our example to thee

Everyday we witness them open doors for the Heathers
Making us to feel cheap, as they bow down before them
Oh what we went through for the brothers, all the stormy weathers
Makes us wanna scream and think, FORGET him

But who's foolin who
We can't just forget him
We're his mother, his sister, his lover and his boo
But I swear, we declare, our light's growing dim

Yes, we carried them with ease in the past
Accepted all their shortcomings with OVERstanding
And now they still wanna put us last
Well brother dearest, now we're UNDERstanding

So, we love our brothers hard now
With a love that can't be denied
And if you've heard me at all, I'm assured you overstand how
We say boldly, we ain't neva lied

Their love ain't true as it should be
Their hearts ain't touched ours just yet
They're still lingering and playin free
But WE ain't playin and that you can bet

If you ever really lose us, you can finally say you lost
Better start giving us our respect, just open a damn door
If you wanna rule side by side wid us you better show the cost
Cuz no other woman will ever love you more

Sherose

[josteele]

A Black Womans Power


A man aint shit, if he aint got a job
but you still down to kick it, if I share when I rob;
A Black womans power, yeah I can comprehend
Im just a nigga, diamonds are a girls best friend

So Im pullin all-nighters, while you home gettin rest
if you cant floss with yo friends, Im the source of your stress
I understand you want it all, and all I can give is my best
& if yo nails aint updated, Its me who failed the test.

A Black womans power, teachin lessons on love
only voicin material wishes, but the gifts still aint enough
you want me at home, knowin my cash on the streetz
compare'n me with Diddy and dem, knowin damn well I cant compete

A Black womans power, every lie you detect it
honestly, the only reason I kick it with dem other broads
is cuz the shit I do they respect it.

I try with a job, but for our lifestyles it aint enough
yet Im the sole problem in the situation
when Im hauled away in cuffs

And the pressure of prison, guess it really aint enough
you say you want to leave me now, cuz I be doin too much
A Black womans power, maybe I cant comprehend
on how my attempts to please you turned me into a dog in the end

A Black womans power, you run this shit I hope you know it
but please understand the pressure you cause on my life 'fore you blow it.

[josteele]

But I feel ya'll tho...

[BlakWolf]

wow powerful...thanks for sharing with us

[manifestdestiny]

A house divided against its self cannot stand. The value of a woman is interconnected with the value of her man. So, where must we begin to mend the burning bridges without the she's a this and he ain't that. We need to learn how to work together to regain our village back. We must change our focus to the fact that as a people we have been under attack for more than 3,000 years. It is a combination of fears and unanswered tears that has led us here. If you apply any continuous force to any fabric it will began to tare.

[BlackBodyGuard]

Don't blame it on the white man you are your own shame

your poem was dead on... (in my opinion)..., with the exception of this line (in my opinion).....

I remember writing some poems in my teen years that were politically charged.. but inaccurate..., as my knowledge and understanding expanded, i ammended them.. because poetry is life... and gives birth to thought...

so when someone reads a socio-politically charged poem like this.., it needs to be accurate..

nevertheless, i respect your 16 year old intellect... i know you understand when i say, i wish more young people thought that way...

i will have to look for some of your more contemporary poetry...

because we all fail to understand white weakness (supremacy), what it is, and how it works, the things we think we understand only confuses us...

so, i will disagree with you on the aforementioned point...
the white man is totally to blame for our shituation.........

[JAH - GREEN]

I don't believe I've ripped you off.
You're the one to be on and off :
Sometimes braver the more you're soft,
Sometimes meaner the less you're both.

I'm not asking you to be else.
I'm just demanding yourself.
Can't you be what your dream sets ?
A higher being with proofs of bets :

You could improve your life through me,
Earning topper and bluff the "g" ;
Rejoicing love to enter free,
No longer ruining your key.

But if you need to go away
And let it all go through the way,
I won't be able to re-say
All that but hurt aching my day...

(c)TFK

Men. Ladies beware of their man's drift ; but if you use your strength in that then everything goes awry : and you're drifting and your lady ain't no capable of preventing your own drift. (Stronger than them???)

[Duende]

Originally Posted by BlackBodyGuard

your poem was dead on... (in my opinion)..., with the exception of this line (in my opinion).....

I remember writing some poems in my teen years that were politically charged.. but inaccurate..., as my knowledge and understanding expanded, i ammended them.. because poetry is life... and gives birth to thought...

so when someone reads a socio-politically charged poem like this.., it needs to be accurate..

nevertheless, i respect your 16 year old intellect... i know you understand when i say, i wish more young people thought that way...

i will have to look for some of your more contemporary poetry...

because we all fail to understand white weakness (supremacy), what it is, and how it works, the things we think we understand only confuses us...

so, i will disagree with you on the aforementioned point...
the white man is totally to blame for our shituation.........

I agree yet i disagree. Yes white supremacy in amerikkka has played in significant role in the miseducation our people yet it's our own ignorance that has HELPED to make us stagnant. So in a way, i can see how that line was both true yet vague and unclear.

[SheRose]

Damn! Don't chall eva git tied? Tied of makin excuses?
Damn! Eva time I turnaround yall makin excuses for being sorry as hell!
Yeah! I said it! Sorry as hell, weak as hell, lazy as hell, bullschit as hell.
Damn! What the fluck is WRONG wid yall?!!

Don't chall eva git tied of the White Man runnin schit?
Don't chall eva git tied of Black Women, yo momma, yo sister, yo wife, yo aunt, doing what the White Man, Massa tell'em to do?!!!
Don't chall eva git tied of NOTHING??!!!

What da fluck is wrong wid yall???!!!
Yall jest pitiful huh? Yeah, dat's it huh? Yall jest pitiful.
Yall wont folks to FEEL sorry for yall sorry azzes RIGHT?
Well, you know what? You is in da wrong place right now.

The Black Man and his problems have ran out
I'm talkin to ALL you ladies who don't know what to do NEXT
I'm talkin to ALL you ladies who don't know if you ca live
without a man
I'm here to RELATE to YOU that "A PIECE of a MAN" ain't No man at all
Don't FALL for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stand tall, stand strong, stand sweetly, stand courageously. Don't settle, don't become LESS, don't lose your DIGNITY, your self-worth. Hold on to whatever it is that you've been holding on too. If you have to HOLD ON TO IT UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD, hold on to it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sex ain't everything. SEX ain't nothing but SEX.

SEX ain't got nothing to do wid LOVE. Do you have SEX with your brother? Your sister? Your father? Your mother? Well then, SEX has NOTHING to do with LOVE, does it???

Now LOVE? That's something different. LOVE is LOVE. It ain't what's called SEX.

Sex is LUST. Sex is CARNAL. Sex is GAME. Sex is AIDS. Sex is FREAK. Sex is NASTY. Sex is GUILTY. Sex is UNFORGIVING. Sex is PAINFUL. Sex is REGRETFUL.

Love ain't like THAT!

Love is loving. Love is SPIRITUAL. Love is SERIOUS. Love is PROTECTED. Love is ROMANTIC. Love is CLEAN. Love is INNOCENT. Love is FORGIVING. Love is PLEASURABLE. Love is REMEMORABLE. Love is it's OKAY!

So where does the BLACK MAN fit into all this? Heh heh.

Is this a SERIOUS question?

Yes it is.

Why?

Because the Black Man needs to overstand the DIFFERENCE betwixt the TWO. Heh heh. And this is where his problem lies.

MEANING?!!!!

Love is love and SEX is SEX my friend. Get the two MIXED up and you've got a REAL serious PROBLEM. Heh heh.


Sherose

[Ionus Zaquir]

This is a very poignant and heartfelt poem - the pain and anger that you felt at that time is readily apparent and helps to draw the reader in to the realness of this offering. There are several statements presented that i agree with and some that given the situation i can understand but not totally identify with. Nonetheless this was real - true and beautiful - Thank You.
I.Z.

[SheRose]

Girl, they STILL tired. Is there ANY hope? Heh heh.


Sherose

[BlackQueen]

Seriously,sherose...you really must love the white man more than our brothers. So what's the problem? They left you because they know you're crazy,or they tried to love you and you pushed them away? Either way,you need professional help.

Originally Posted by SheRose

Girl, they STILL tired. Is there ANY hope? Heh heh.


Sherose

[BlackQueen]

This is truly a sad but powerful poem. Keep on doin' the damn thing brother!

Originally Posted by talibahbmills

They say black babies need black mothers
But what happened to black fathers
They disappering like cats in black neighborhoods next to chineese shops
You probaly thought I was going to say the white man but not
NO ones killing dissing or depressing you
Its all in your head
Don't blame it on the white man you are your own shame
You Marched with Malcolm Mandela Martin and Farrakhan
ANd you are still the same
You making your children weak and your wife barley speaks
Why must you contunue to cause this pain
As i sit thinking In the back of my mental I know what it is
Its the crack that breaking your back its making you weak
so weak you cant even stand on your feet
You got us where we cant eat and you can forget about sleep
We waiting on that call because yes we do know it all
You will more than likely go jail
And our dumb ass will wait
Left alone to face this wefare poverty and hate and
Then you will come home all detoxed and bones
but we cant look at you the same for we've moved past the drugs and pain
Its time for us to move on we dont know how many hommies you've boned
We have moved on
we moved past the hate
And we are tired of making the same tired of making mistakes

BLACK BROTHER YOU TO LATE tbmm


This was the first poem I ever wrote at age 16 it was in memory of my father who at the time was addicted to crack and died 4ys later of AIDS in 2001. my poems have come along way since then but this one i can alwys remeber please take heed drugs kill if they are not main cause they lead to a main cause
one love