let freedom ring

...an unattractive poem for an unattractive situation

i'm one of those...

black power sistahs....
all-about-liberation-so-let-freedom-ring sistahs
a nobody-owns-me-or-tells-me-what-to-do kind of sistah

i refuse to be used by "the man"
or be considered a slave by society....
but i find that i'm a slave
to this stubby white thang....
and would even hurt somebody
if they interfered with my master and me

come between me and my fragile fag
and i will insult you,
threaten you,
and out of my way I will forcefully push you
i will stand outside in the freezing cold
looking like a crack head
toking their first hit for the day....
i will rummage the closet
for change in pants pockets
to come up with the price
that could cost me my life...

no man
no boss
NOR my own mama
can usurp my authority
and still i will pucker up and suck the breath
out of my stubby
white,
power hungry,
addictive laden,
make a nation admit to cravin'
paper and tobacco creation.
.
..
...
just past me that cigarette
before i choke you.
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I am so thankful that "Spirit" is with me thru this journey!