sorry mama for my pride
ignorence im sorry for your
incedent at the bridge my lord saved
your life may lord God be your superhero
continuosly for all the days of your  life

THANK YOU LORD FOR SAVING HER LIFE

who designated
the negative  and
abstract term of
the
*****
to represent
the race of
our beautiful
multi-tribal
Black People
the *****
represents
something that is dead
and insignificant but
Black People
are full of life
love and happiness
what gives
other people
the moral authority
justification or
the moral right
to define
Black Folks or
to tell us
what to think
Black Women
must stop purchasing
crazy hair products'
weaves extensions
for their hair and
creams and gels
to lighten up
their skin
to look
more European
with sraight hair
so we must define
our own beauty
within us
because we
always possessed it
stop buying
unecessary
Black hair products
from Asian shops and
making them rich
from our hard earn cash
no other racial groups
would come into our
Black communities
to support or
buy goods and services
from Black own businesses
we must take care of
our own
first and formost
Black Women
must develope
a more
natural look
in harmony
with God
and display
our healthy
curly kninky
shiny natural dynamic  and
beautiful black hair
we must consolidate
our financial resources and
build Black  own businesses
and products
to take care of our own needs
God made us
in His
own image
our Black Women
have always been
the beautiful queens
of the River Nile and
only we
can determine
all of that
furthermore
no other race
on this planet
shall define us
let me
tell you something
about them Negros
logically and scientifically
if we go back
far enough
from here
to Timbuktu
the Chinese
come from China
an Irishman comes
from Ireland
Frenchmen come
from France
an Englishman
comes from England
Germans comes
from Germany
so on and so forth
but
where in the hell
did the *****
come from
logically
he comes from
Negroland
however
this is
just a plain old fashion
cotton-picking lie
bigotry ignorence
prejudice and stupidity
at work here
Black People
are the
original people of
this earth and created
from the black soil of
Mother Africa
we are
stolen people
taken from
Mother Africa
against our
free will
Black People
did not volunteer
to come to America
but we have
every right
to live or die
in the pursuit of happiness
just like any other group
that successfuly made it
in America
and we help
to build America
and turned it
into a superpower
rich nation
yet
for the
love of money
greed and power
capitalism
thus created
a monster
called racism
towards
people of color
Black People
are the
original People
evolved from
Mother Africa
thus
we are made from
the image God
rejoice upon it
born with black skin
is not a curse but
a blessing
from God up above

Buried alive
In the projects
Called life..
My only ally is time
trust no one
because every one
consists of lies

it's all dark
All is black
death aims at me
Point blank
Ignorence is bliss
wishing I didn't know any of this
But I can feel it's presence
constantly... a desire.. a curiosity.

waiting for the occasional spark
maybe it's Death, taking a life
like a devouring shark..
naked in my grave
with only a scarred
leather book
and a quill with enough ink
to write a lifestory

So i'm writing my pages
my story that I want to tell
but with every spark of light
I can't telll.. these words
and sentences.. are strange to me..
I didn't write this..

Did somebody stole it?
Living the story I want to tell?
A story about a nice life
with good people
And a world that isn't Hell?

Hate surges up within me..
I quit writing, not a letter written
quill  smashed into the ground
another innocent victim..

My eyes open
conscience shattered
mind of a hunter
stalking it's prey
I'm going to steal a book
and give him my empty one..
A thief.

Time is fleeting... I have never felt so alone. There was a time that I can remember when I was happy. I was different. I was little. I was naive. But ignorence is bliss. There was a time where people wanted to talk to me. A time where I could be me and be happy. No It seems like I'm working hard to please people so they will want me around at all. I will always feel like I need to improve myself. But that's only because I'm insecure. Its because of everything around me...

PRECIPICE.

It was one minute past twelve when the first was fired,
By five minutes past twelve thousands had reached our atmosphere,
An apocolypse by our own hand that evil inspired,
Eight minutes past twelve cries from 9 billion frozen by fear,
What do we do as a race when at the precipice of extinction,
What power do those in power have at the end of human kind,
In less than one minute our world will be struck by our own mass destruction,
We are now all just brothers and sisters as the clock strikes nine,
though it was only in this moment we understood all, all the bad and all the wrong,
All the wars, all the killing and all the ignorence,
The world we saught to destroy held our unity all along,
The human race was now one of human benevolence,

————

Two hundred thousand years upon our world and it was at our last sixty seconds,
That we had known peace, we had known the heavens.

I am Jimmy.

Seas of blood, and armies abound
Beneath gray skies and blue tears
The force still exists in our hearts
A force not to be reckoned with

Tides of black waters hit among trees
As the sun and moon gravitate on earth
Violence is aroused at every turn
The force still exists in our hearts

Sickness and ignorence spread like fire
Families are broken, hearts are heavy
Corruption in countries - unresolved
The force still exists in our hearts

Invasions and battles - undefeated
Torture among the innocents
As the animals run loose in valleys
The force still exists in our hearts

Wars between faith and fuel
Carry the weight of our distress
The force still exists as gravity
That force is love

YOU WILL, COME TO, MEET ME, I AM SURE,
OUR LOVE MY DEAR,IS JUST PIOUS & PURE!

A world in a whisper
We take the moon from the sky
Tell ourselves we'll miss her and swallow our own lies
Occupying this artificial light
Burning holes into our vacant minds
Painting each other blind
We live to satisfy our own ignorence  
A rising compliance to turn a blind eye
For the love of silence
-We are a living breathing fable in violence
And who am I to be living a storm for so long
I'm only human, I may be wrong

But I'm not.