Sisters and Brothers
Why do my questions go unanswered?
Who are my people?
What is my real last name?
My culture, stolen from me hundreds of times through hundreds of generations.
Cream poured in my coffee without my consent.
But yet, when I challenge you I’m called a troublemaker.
And to my black people,
Why do we fail to be united?
We fight each other, yet scared to ask questions.
Has this mentality been programmed into our mind?
Are we products of self-destruction?
Sisters and brothers wake up; we live as if we have no hope.
Our father cannot help us if we do not help ourselves, but yet we pray for him to do it.
Let’s put down our weapons and create self-love for our people.
You see, the other man’s advantage is unity.
Our downfall is disorganization.
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Very nicely done, if you have never read letters from Willie Lynch you will be amazed how much he said and what he done that is still in place that he said it would
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like mr melody the lynch letter holds true what your pen has said, loved this write
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