Untitled (Written May 29th 2015)

You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors

We become fools instead of royalty 

When you as a queens doubt your kings

We become weaker as men if you listen 

To how we speak down on our women 

And trade the name bitch for their givens

One thing I learned…

You get what you earn 

Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling 

Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering 

What is Pain?

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Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.

It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.

In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.

The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.

The grip becomes tighter…

The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.

The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.

The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.

The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.

The real question now is, can you abandon the child?

Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?

Can you?

Pain…