At this time; in this place; I genuinely
know why the caged bird
sings other than
being falsely imprisoned, he’s being
called
N.I.G.G.E.R. of all things… As I
give perfect praise to
“the most high,” I can
only wonder how many more bullets have to fly?
How many more of my precious Black and Latino
prisoners must
die? Before those of us who
still dare to be free can remove the
blood filled
tearz from our eyez. We’ve all been
shackled by the
same chainz, victimized by the
same pain, so… in whose name doez
death
blossom? I can vividly recall being racially
profiled as a
juvenile, because as a child
I refused to pledge my allegiance to a
flag
that forced so many of my B.L.A.C.K. Panthers
into exile…
This beautiful black revolutionary
love of mine is God’s design,
bottom line…
I speak from the perspective of a S.O.U.L.J.A
with
an objective. Cause being Black in
this “white man’s worls,” justice
is often
selective. On behalf of the collective, I
stand on the
front lines. My message to the b.l.a.c.k. man
is to fight the power,
nourish the seeds
and restore our flowers… This form of
revolutionary love will
never be televized, nor will it be
glamorized,
because the very essence of this love affair
depicts
us finally being unified!! Let’z
reflect back to the bird in the
cage, back
to the dehumanization that we endured
while naked on
the auction blocks and
stage… Or picture the 25-50 million Africans
that died during the passage that never made
it to the grave
because it is only through these
degrees of pain, horror and terror,
can one
truly understand the life of a slave… On
the strength of
those whose lives were gave,
that divine sacrifice in turn allowed
countless
other B.L.A.C.K. lives to be saved!!
