(THE GRIOTS TALE STINGING AND GRITTY)
THE MUSIC...
"Freedom" by Anthony Hamilton & Elayna Boynton - …: http://youtu.be/8IydisW8iwU
You wanted me to treat you like a queen, you thinking that being a queen was wearing the trappings of a slave.
I looked into your eyes as you told me that you hated your hair... It being so nappy... You told me that your skin was to dark and my soul cried even as a young thing.
The ancestors told me you had this pain, that you hated them for being taken from the motherland and casting you into this nightmare.
You wanting to be like his queen... Blond hair and blue eyes.
Tight flat ass and the warrior in me on bended knee begged you to regain your strength... Begged you to take his hand.
You being independent by now ignored my pleas.
Our children became smarter in a way but they had lost all sense of direction as they walked away in Jordan's and with a white families name plastered on their ass.
Driving his cars and buying his furniture as our legacy became the byword in his-story.
And here I the griot stand at the other end of this tale wondering.
Where might I find a queen in these days of basketball wives and rachet hoes?
Thugs saggin and pretty boys on the downlow?
How can I treat you like a queen?
You hate everything that makes us us.
You ain't no queen
A queen knows her place.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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