Dear Brother,

Disgust is what I feel when I look at you

Your beautiful brown skin

You torment with bleach

Strains of your present sins are slowly seeping… into your soul

And you think they fear you?

Well they use to

When you stood tall and knew who you were

Instead of fighting them

You kill each other

Your very brother…

Now you're confused as they sit back and laugh at you

How can I look you in the eyes?

Shame fills my lungs as I speak of you

Wishing for your demised

Praying for the death of your ignorance

What other choice have I?

Call me out my name

No longer "my sister'

Instead I'm "mama", "shawty" or "bitch"!

Though far we have come

Yet our minds in slavery reminds

Why trade our beautiful thick hair

For straight lies?

Yet staring in your brown eyes I see no shame

If your brother is a nigga, niggers we'll all remain

Although I bare your child, respect I don't gain?

My black boys I urge you to grow into men

See your power that they caged within

Treat your sisters with respect

For we're dying spiritual, mentally and physically

When you're gone you leave your babies crying

Mothers becoming daddies because you're no longer providing

I should have let you go so long ago

Yet for you to come home I'm praying

THE FUTURE.........

THE EGOIST

"I swear by my life and the love of it that I will never live for the sake of another man, nor ask another man to live for the sake of mine" – Ayn Rand (Atlas Shrugged)

 

I've noticed everywhere I look, no one is thinking. Most have given up making choices completely. From the simplest things such as asking advice on what to wear, eat, or watch, to more serious matters such as what school to attend or career path to follow. It's becoming clearer to me that people only ask for advice because they're afraid to think. They do not want to be made accountable for their decisions so they placed the decisions in others hands. Yet, it is not simply choice their giving up, it is their will to live. For what is life if not a series of DECISIONS?