22 9 / 2011
What do you want from me? I came and literally built you a country from scratch. I was your first commodity on your beloved Wall Street. My blood sweat and tears is in the soil to this day. I took care of your kids, I cleaned your house, I cooked your food all while not demanding nothing in return. What did you give me? You Willie Lynched me, you lynched me. You whipped me, you raped my women, you sold my children, you told me I was less than a whole human being. You killed my leaders: Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Huey Newton, Fred Hampton, Tupac. You call me colored, negro, nigger, african american, black, afro american. I gave you math, science, language, medicine, astronomy, and spirituality. You in turn gave me Jesus, you ain’t playing to fair. I begged for civil rights, when all along I should have been demanding human rights. I joined your military fought in your wars (Civil War, Revolutionary War, Korean War, Gulf Wars, Afghanistan, Iraq, Vietnam, Libya, WWI WWII) and all along I was fighting a war when I got back home. Why do you treat me with such jealousy and hatred? Now what are you to do since I’m rising again? I’ve taken all that you have to offer as you see I’m still here. If I made it in Amerikkka I got a feeling I can make it anywhere in this Multi-Verse. Yeah you still got a few of my people in mental bondage but don’t worry FREEDOM is theirs to the moment they seek it.
Signed Your Problem
22 9 / 2011
be pissed about Troy Davis. Be so pissed that you do something POSITIVE about it.
This. This. This.