TDF

I found the following poem in one of my poetry books.I know this isnt the time nor the place for it but i felt compelled to share.Yes i am an accomplished poet and yes this work is copywritten..lol


As I roll in my bed, tossing and turning in my sleep,
I cant control my dreams my body continues to weep.
Reality check,where is my soul?
Drugs,poverty engage me so whats my goal?
When i leave this barren land,what am I to gain?
Black on black crime bruised my heart caused me so much pain?
will i be missed,who shall be the last to be kissed?
from the honeysuckle lips of a sad black soul ridin in my boys six?
so how do i validate my existence on earth?
Is it my roles,my flywomen or am i doomed from birth?
because i dont fall to the streets does it make me a punk,a bitch,
a sellout or just plain smart?
because im not on section 8,dont have baby momma drama,not on wic,does that make me not fully black?
what must i do yall?? yell?scream? dream unthinkable things?
kill my fellow man?what can i do to get your attention my brothas?
what must i do to make u see the white skyscrapers rising above a black city?
why are we bein left behind my sistas?
why must i have a fly whip to get your attention?
why must i mention dr. dre to get play?
when will black america realize we are the chosen race?
who will tell me next im not black becasue im mixed?
when will we realize that a degree doesnt mean anything if we arent dressed nice?
WAKE UP BLACK AMERICA! the U.S. is sleeping on us!!
Lets rise up in harmony and choke the weeds of 100 degrees of reperation
Then i wake up.Realizing my life is a dreama nd we die when we wake up

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Sig heil