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Monday, April 13, 2009

Angry: Where are the Real Ass men?

*Panting uncontrollably*
*Exhibiting fury across my countenance*
*Tears of faucets leak onto my cheeks*
*Cracking knuckles like rain erode cements*
*Blood pressure bursting like volcanic eruptions*
*Face filled with blood like a girl’s pad on her menstruation*
*My body begins to shake trembles as if I’m seizing*
*My feet begin to stomp harder than Greeks do when their stepping *
*Muscles are tenser more than a body builder flexing*
*Teeth clinched tighter than a girl’s vagina when it’s virgin*
*Screaming at the top of my lungs louder than crickets cricking in silence*
*Rhythmic walking back in forth more in sync than a boy band*
*Spewing curses more than Spiderman ever did his webbing*
*Eyes become engorged with blood faster then my uncle’s transfusion*
*Eye brows arched higher then McDonalds*
*Nostrils flared wider than a prostitute's legs are*
*My chest rising higher than the highest point on Mount Kilimanjaro*
*My stomach in knots more constricted then boa*
*My mind is racing faster then a speeding bullet*

These are the sensations
That actually happen
When I’m in bouts of anger
I dubbed this reaction
I never want to get this point ever
But all these motherfuckas
Keeping testing me
Like I’m a high school student
Taking the SAT
I’m a grown ass black woman that’s fucking angry
Not for an ordinary reason
I’m furious
Because its seems like
Boys are no longer growing up to be men
They only see one side of the tracks
When rappers are rapping
About women being bitches and hoes
Treating women worst then a thorn bushed rose
Peeping through cement in the projects
Its shame today’s generation of men
Are stuck with mindsets of adolescents
There are dudes
Still playing with childish things
30+ years of age
Still playing games
Us women, we want a wider
Selection of real ass men
Not afraid of claiming their responsibility
Not afraid of getting a job
That’s worthy of a resume
Not afraid of stepping out on faith
To accomplish his dreams
We want Nubians Kings
This isn’t the hardest request
That for some reason
Can't be granted
To the men that are at home
That’s really the reason why I’m fucking angry
Get off your ass make yourself something
Be the man that was created
Son of Adam, Moses, Jesus, Martin, Malcom, Dubois, Booker, and Barak
All the men who paved the way for you to stand on a foundation
Step into those shoes
And be the rock
Stop being afraid
Break the Willie Lynch Mentality
Your mind and your body are strong equally
My brothers
Realize that you are Heaven’s ultimate creation
Civilization wouldn’t have been created
If you didn’t have one less rib
I’m tired of being angry
By seeing less and less real ass men
It’s not too late for you my brothers
To change my anger into pleasure
Because I’m optimistic
My son and his son’s sons for generations
Won’t miss this lesson that I’m teaching
In this poem that I’m spitting
If you’re a real man in this audience
Stand up and
Proclaim your existence
Then, go and grab the next boy
And transform his presence
From a boy to a man
Before it’s too late
And real ass men reach extinction!

1 comment:

  1. Very nice...very true...very real. I like it. More brothers out here need to hear this, AND comprehend it. Keep up the good work, from one poet to another. :)

    -A. Lewis