"brothas" poems
my mother has blue eyes
but I'm still a ******
my mother has blonde hair
but I'm still a ******
my daddy is black as night
but I'm still a *******
my daddy has ***** curls
but I'm still a *******
I call this hash tag the struggle
because to be biracial is nothing
more
because to be biracial is nothing
less
than a struggle
to find who I am
to find who I should be
to find who I'm supposed to be
i really wish they were the same person
i really wish you understood hash tag the struggle
but you don't
and you won't
so stop telling me about my
good hair
and stop telling about my high
yellow skin
and stop telling me my parents have the fever
and stop staring at me when I
walk in
and stop trying to guess which parent is black
and stop trying to guess which parent is spanish
No
I'm not Spanish.
No
I don't speak Spanish.
No
You CANNOT touch my hair
Yes, my nose is in the air
Of course I think I'm the ****
Because I live my life trying to be better than women who are dark skinned ...with something I was born with
...out of my control
Of course I try to flaunt my plush lips around the white girls who get botox
who then become the have nots because I've stolen all the brothas hearts from the city and the boondocks
See you don't even know me
but you think these are my goals
see I call this hash tag the struggle because nobody understands the trouble in being whole
when you're given two halves
that don't match to patch up one soul
and you're born into a ****** up mess still expected to know
and they tell you to ignore them all
be yourself
race should not define you
but I can't even fill out two ******* boxes on a standardized test
because you are only allowed to check ONE to describe you
hash tag
TheStruggle
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
I am angry
Anger is the root of not getting what you want and I really want my people to progress but there just seems to be so much distress that is plaguing my people
I am angry
Angry because education isn't valued
I mean we used to fight to try to read and write but now I see kids that can't even read or just don't want to
My great grandfather traveled four states with a family to find a decent education when we were even allowed to be educated
Where has that audacity gone
My grandfather was a principle
My daddy went to a segregated school and has his phd cuz he values education
I am angry
Angry when I see my beautiful black sistahs not valuing themselves because they think they aren't valuable cuz there daddy isn't there
But that's called an excuse to live a life that is bound by low self-esteem
I am angry
Angry when I see my brothas on these corners knowing they are smart enough to do something better
Mystical weather conjuring to be a constipation storm cuz everything is backed up
We can push through for a release
So I am angry
Angry that my people aren't seeing that something jus ain't right
We aren't owed anything
We do have something to bring to the table
But we are so angry about all the oppression
And once we got free we took to for granted
So I am angry...what are u?!
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 2:51 PM UTC
Groovy brown skinned brothas
hip hop to the smooth jazzy
beats across the starlight scene,
exhilarating eyes light up
the uptown extravagance,
as they bust a move in the
drumbeating room, rotating
and vibrating, grinding and
bending, breathing in the
singing saxophones and
trombones.
Flashy lights shine bright
and vivid in crystal clears,
as young sweet caramel
girls sway to the high
hypnotizing sounds,
spinning hips lost in the
night, gliding on waves,
shaking in the serene
breeze like swinging trees,
soaring endlessly
across the rings of Saturn.
Heavy adrenaline rises
inside the upbeat and
sassy melanin sistas,
stomping stilettos,
show-stopping arms
and thighs harmonizing
to the midnight rhymes,
while hard bassline sounds
sifts inside various dimensions
of extreme delight.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
make a move
that’s what we
the busy bodies
are tryin to do
quick come ups
hittin licks
catchin people slippin
not workin
to build wealth
instead we flash
little riches that bring
those groupie *******
floatin through life
livin off your riches
givin that hot applause
leavin u wincin while u ******
cause u quick to pop off
in all these breezys
wit no latex
**** the safe ***
you like it raw when u beat
so does Millie the freak
babe had her eye on you
from down the street
knew you were gonna cheat
got u sippin on some potion
gettin them emotions
down below in motion
if you slowed down
you would have noticed
her track record
4 for 6 wit 5 kids
left the other 2 clappin
now they ***** need bibs
like that 6th baby
you just slid in this lady
yeah u pulled out
but the precum
got her period lazy
its not comin back
till after yo son's arrival
congrats gangsta
you a daddy now
10 yrs later
U Still aint slowed down
you lived fast enough
for two lifetimes
hood ****** get jealous
they say its your time
they don’t slump you
they want the next in line
cause u stole his timeline
puttin a tragic end
to another brothas bloodline
from them greenbacks
that brought green eyes
that lead to hot heads
who shoot that hot lead
to slow you down
so they can get ahead
slow down young men
the fast life soon will end
with black suits and tears
a eulogy from your peers
no child should die like
a pawn in a chess game
played in the streets
by the blood and crip gangs
dealers who sell dope
and shoot guns
cause they too scared to bang
my advise is
wise up and do right
or fall victim to this life
and crash in the fast lane
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 4:19 AM UTC
The struggle is real
So I've been told
The homie told me yesterday
Licks had to be made
eating with our enemies
sleeping with the Devil
But, Expect them not to be evil
Broke ***** on the strip
Gay Brothas Suckin ****
**** ***** licking *****
***** is you really gay
Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid
Now tell me aint that some ****
Everybody wanna be sucka free
so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty
the dog nighas Got flex game see
Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up
Smoking loud in big crowds
Crazy girls and wild ******
Broke ******* styling and profiling
Living in hotels and wiling
For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Black brothers Black brothers
Who are you my brotha? Nor time or history will undue our feud, we are family through blood and enemy's in communities
So Black brothers Black brothers
Tell me who and why that hate and crime wont bring us together, as I've known and seen in my black eyes that not even love or Prayer will brake my Cry's
So black brother Black brother
Tell me who I am my brothas
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
We can't seem be be reincarnated into a better psychological realm where we understand freedom
Where we know who we are and we aren't afraid to be it
We are kings and queens
Rulers over lands but tha man took that away and recycled it as his own
Leaving us buried alone in confusion
Making many illusions of forgetting who we used to be
See it's no mystery we are all the same
But jus given different names
Beating to the same drum but departed by color of our skin
We just can't win
It's a sin and shame that we blame our state on them
We were freed but
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live..."
My soul weeps immensely for my brothas and sistahs and my future brothas and sistahs
Cuz our journey is being lost in history's pages
And it amazes me how my 9 year old niece don't know about the struggle
Holding on to this as tight as a muzzle
No pieces to the puzzle put together
We endured nights and nights of stormy weather in these seas
So like frank ocean said lets pour out some champagne and lay this psychological bind to bed
It's insane how we claim to be free but we still seem to not learn the lesson of living
Being free of blaming everyone but ourselves
Free of the memories that haunt even our subconscious mind
Come on y'all
"Blacks are so used to surviving we don't know how to live...
I said we gotta learn not to survive but live"
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 9:44 PM UTC
2014, a year where 90s and late 80s babies are happy hyper turnt up not turnt down are swaggerific vs Brillitelegerent. Everyday we live is a commercial Just because we see many commercials Young fly and flashy is what we all want to be but what about those that just want to be "young wild and free"
Free to speak, free to act, free to stand, free to move, free to sing, free to dance, free to read, free to eat and more importantly free to choose how and what we want things to be like Females: I see we got swag of soul urban sophisticated finesse then theres those of us who are preps that are chic may be geeks. Lastly the girls that love to twerk alot plus cover themselves in thick make up and hair dye or is it a weave or a bob (Bob)
They say we sweet cuz we got that "bubblegum" question is what is your flavor something like K Michelle? Nicki Minaj? Rihanna? Miley Cyrus? In that case so do we all skirts and crop tops and bikinis and short shorts or is it galaxy leggings or perhaps jeggings.
Fellas they say you are pimps and players dons and brothas that be like "Forget the haters" they say you are cool with swagger as Kesha said something like that Nick Jagger. Urban dominance, fitteds and suits glasses and high fades what about those high grades Yasssss my brotha ooh I cant forget about those gorgeous dread heads now Ayeeee
Alright I mentioned alot about the guys but which are you...chris brown? Drake? That boy Meek milli or Justin Beiber well whichever it is Ladies and Gentlemen Just remember your place and Destination our Generation peace
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Just gots home from seeing momma
In da south Dakotas.
Its rainy snowy kold.
Momma getting old saw ma
Brothas one sista.
Ma babye cousin growin up
I missed her.
Felt good seeing momma
Got back home.
I jus don't like for da
Christmas season
I will feel all alone.
Gots me Christmas lights hung around the patio
Gon have to light up fireplace
Keeps warm.
Hope for something special this season
No more hartbrake or bad turns.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Dying everyday it never goes unnoticed
But when suicide is committed everyone turns their heads
What was the last straw?
When you saw the cuts on their arms
When you saw them getting bullied
What was the last straw?
When the demons in their dreams came into reality
When young brothas and sistas are locked up like caged animals
What was the last straw?
When they were pushed to the edge of no return
What was the last straw?
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Got these dudes out here with secret agendas putting up fronts and hating there black brothas,
(I am calling that ******
but always at home behind close doors *** up getting all bent over
Clearly killing people vibes clear as day we know he rides back seat, no **** he got his homeboy up in him too, which I am calling it ****** (Murderer)
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
What if
Brothas and Sistas in Oakland and Richmond
Got together
They poison Richmond's air
Just like
They poison Oakland's water
Every Body from Oakland has a cousin in Texas
Or Louisiana
Or Haiti
Or Atlanta
Just like
Every Body from Richmond has a cousin in Mississippi
Or Alabama
Or Jamaica
Or Tennessee
Why dont
Brothas and Sistas in Oakland and Richmond
Get together
What would that look like politically
What would that look like Economically
What would that look like spiritually
For as long as the decades i can remember
Its been a problem
For as many years have passed now
I've been saying to as many as will listen that i pass
Its been a set up.
© Christopher F. Brown 2017
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
wondaland verses, 3 am, sliding thru fog
don't judge me, us, dem goons, eazy legs
mikey, coba cobrahead, **** 13.8, trisha
young are our martyrs, hyped my moves
burning shoes, raging thoughts, mad luv
veni, vidi, vici, viciously beatin em down
brothas and sistas, thank you all for coming
dusk creates nights of lambos and revenge
hihaho, the drumset drowns in dark water
monica matadora, deal, trance disciple
as glossywhite as onyxblack are the rocks
and gems in the voltgreen bottega bag
wondaland verses from the gp heritage
roots and boost of gangsta poetry, yeeeah
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC