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     Jasmine Newbie Poster Username: Jasmine Post Number: 3 Registered: 01-2005 Rating: N/A |
TOUGH LOVE You spoiled brat Still sucking on the tit A hundred excuses And I'm tired of this It's not my fault you always say Blame it all on slavery Even though you helped make things this way Tribalry was and is a way of life Long before Europeans came we continually had strife Divide and conquer That was the way Africans made it easy Divided to this day But liquor stores, cigarettes and drugs are thrown at us Trees, crack, cocaine, and angel dust The system's unfair, I'm innocent, I couldn't stand to see my kids hungry No, I don't have the rent Excuses, Excuses, for not being on your feet Get out of that walker No more pacifier or infant seat Excuses, excuses, lies and deceit For shirking your responsibilities For the names you're calling me Bitch, freak, slut, ho We're danciing to it too These words maintain the status quo And we're still blaming who? Sisters singing about catching their man Singing about being abused Sisters singing about being hurt Singing about being used We're starting to expect it Survivors now we're called The family unit is a memory And some homes have piss in the hall I've seen men fighting women in the street High class women in the ER beat A friend of mine experienced this atrocity too Eve sang about it, how about you? Lies, pain, denial, deceit Some might say don't air dirty sheets Don't tell, be quiet, girl, please be discreet No one must know, you better learn to make believe I'm weaning him off No more milk at the breast Wake up from your nap Get out of the nest Excuses, excuses, man it getting old Grow up black man if the truth be told Everyone's laughing all the way to the bank White, yellow, red, and brown It's yourself you can thank The biggest consumer dressed to the teeth Stylin', wildin', ignoring your kids, and disrespecting me Chivalry is dead, in the hood and out If he won't tap that ass Lady that way is out Your fight is not with him It comes from within, start with how to treat black women That's where you could begin From clitoridectomies to ho's in the hood Abuse and maltreatment that M.O.'s no good Jamaica, Trinidad, Barbados too St. Thomas, St. Vincent, Greneda and St Lou The weaker vessel is a dirty joke Or in the words a Guyanese spoke She wash, she cook, she clean home base That's right mon she know she place Pimps, dealers, players, crypts husbands, boyfriends, bloods, addicts Ex-cons, jailbirds, alcoholics, Lovers, friends, dogs, and tricks Size 4-44 and the baby's daddy is gone Dark-skinned, light skinned, short hair and long Doctor, lawyer engineer, chief Cook, laborer, driver, thief Titles mean nothing Both rich and poor too " A man's gon be a man" More Excuses for you "Don't hate the player, just hate the game" Just more excuses There's no need for a name.......continued The author of this poem is Dana White. It is included in her anthology of short stories entitled "Honey, Please, Let Me Tell You How It Went" An excerpt(two stories) from the book can be read for free at rosedogbookstore.com |
