Our Black brothers are raping our Black sisters,
Degrading them by calling them bitches and hoes.
Our Black sisters are devaluing our Black brothers,
Stripping them of their crowns with statements like “Niggas
aint shit.”
Our Black children can no longer remember what a two-parent
home looks like.
The vision of an independent, hard working mother
And a lazy, nonexistent father is all that they know.
Our Black princesses no longer wish to grow into Black
queens.
They long to be the king.
Strong, in charge, and single,
Because they “don’t need a man for shit.”
Our Black princes no longer know what it means to be a king.
They no longer yearn to provide, protect, and facilitate
their future families.
We’re killing each other over sneakers and petty
altercations.
We have become stagnant as a people.
Content with the Civil Rights advancements made 50 years
ago.
We see no room for progress.
We see no need for it.
We belittle our history,
Choosing to ignore the fight of our ancestors,
Attempting to undermine the contributions they made towards
building this nation.
We no longer see the struggles of our Black brothers and
sisters as our own.
We try desperately to distinguish ourselves from the color
of our skin.
We are embarrassed by our Blackness.
Instead of embracing the physical diversity of our people,
We separate ourselves with comments such as
“I don’t like light skinned boys” or “I don’t like dark
skinned girls.”
We have enslaved ourselves by becoming ashamed of who we
are.
We are “Post-Racial” Black America.
