Another death
Another black male decease
But this is not a poem but a personal commentary

Weak black males in a drive-by shooting over a dispute
And then we cry about matters that we create
And the weak church leaders afraid to tackle killings in their speeches

They stick to the scriptures
While avoiding the reality of our society
But this is not a poem but personal commentary

Don't protect the son selling drugs
Or that blind foolish females in love with one.
Then crying about child support matters later on

What's not legit?
Can't truly help you down the road unless they willing to change
The more things change
The more they stay the same
Like the show Dragnet, only the names have changed

We can't keep blaming the man?
Although we constantly try
Because some in black communities protect the crooks
When you secretly can report them to authorities?

A strong community can't be broken by thugs
If you alert them of the strength to report them?
But this is not a poem but written words of truth.

Some crooks love the prison systems
Especially if they been more than once?
For what true man?
Want to share a cell like a bedroom with a woman

And there they cry about injustice
Or about the system treatment
And constantly leaning on mother with various pleads

Or on that infamous phone call, they allowed manipulating a woman

Baby, I love you
Put some money on my book
But this is not a poem but a personal commentary

A community broken is because of the people