Never Crossed The Line

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I won’t lie and deny

that Becky’s turned my head

a few times since she’s been fed

that fried chicken and corn bread,

but Becky can’t relate

to the being of my state

‘cause she has never faced the hate

my people carry like dead weight.

See, my sista’s thunderous thighs

and glutes set up on high

without stilettos caught my eye

and held my heart then never let go

when I was a youth.

So if the devil is a liar,

then my sistas are the truth,

'cause they know my trials intimately.

See, we share roots.

Now Minister Farrakhan

seems to believe

they fattened their daughters

to feed our disorder –

deepening our self-hatred

every time Becky gets naked

and displaces one of our Queens

like its all a diabolical scheme,

and I believe it.

Not a day goes by

that I don’t hear or read sh!t

about another famous brotha

and his new Caucasian lover –

making some of my sistas feel

like they’re on the outs.

Like they might die

never knowing the love

of a devoted spouse.

So I’ve never crossed the line,

nor invested my precious time

attempting to sex the

female offspring of my oppressor,

and I ain’t inclined to accept her

offerings if any Queen

let’s my choices affect her self-esteem

in a negative way.

Nah mean?

- HymnAgen