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« on: January 24, 2005, 07:05:52 PM »

Thirty, forty, fifty
The price rises as we dip our head in shame
Sixty, seventy, eighty.
The more the price increases the more reason
to erase the memory of where we came.
Ninety, one hundred, one ten,
“Good Lord, the price of a Niggress has risen again?
I paid money for this female nigga, not that nigga, the one over there”
As the auctioneer summons for the nigga I look to my mother in fear,
Because that female nigga over there is the one standing right here.
One fifty, two hundred, three.
My eyes frantically relentlessly search for that escape route to be free.
Three hundred, four hundred, five
The time has arrived where my people find comfort in suicide
rather than staying alive.
But the price for me has been paid
And the destiny for me has been laid.
Upon a capture then to a journey known to many as the middle passage
I hope this young black generation is getting the message.
A message that I wish I could easily tell
About how great our empires were and how brutal it fell.
Up until the last four hundred years most of us lived an unthinkable hell
DAMN It !!! Have you paid attention?
Shown respect for the dead, honor those who had to suffer?
Open a Blasted book, read and understand that issues of our people
is NOT a closed chapter.
So now I wonder, through the eyes of that young black fore father
Who had to watch his mother be prodded and molested
I wonder if he could see years ahead, see where his seeds have landed
I wonder if at the sight young black sistas shaking their asses virtually naked
Brothers killings each other over nothing, I wonder if he’d be disgusted?
Or would he, be like me, and jus keep shouting, for change again and again.
Questioning their thought process with the use of a pen
Praying, hoping that the change he wants can only happen
Only if he is willing to fight for, bleed for, and possibly die for,
Just to put this shit to an end.
An end to hate, and end to lies and deceit,
And to the condemnation of black people
An end to broken promise we failed to keep
Promises that we should honor ourselves and our brothas and sistas,
Unite and finally start loving  each other.

dane peters
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« Reply #1 on: February 15, 2005, 10:23:41 AM »

That's powerful.  It took me there and brought me back here with a heavy and dizzying impact!  Wow.

It is not the eye that understands but the mind.  ~African Proverb
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