|
I wonder The falsehoods of past lives And the truth of future ones Where our people is headed A place of wonderment Can it all be true? Are we really creating a genocide of ourselves Why do we kill those we love because of the color of our hearts Why do we abuse our women And don't abuse our mothers Yea, I cake my women Only because I respect my black woman A beatiful black woman One I love very much Why, do i respect every women Same reason i respect my mother Show a woman love who knows what may happen Treat her lke a whore and i know what will happen The same thing that is happening everday The death of another true woman And the birth of another whore
What Do You Think Of This Poem?
|