(A QUEENS PLACE)
THE SOUND...
Would you stand with me?
I mean would you place your back against mine and go toe to toe with the world for me?
Be my queen?
So many potential Nefertiti's, Isis's and Nandi's lost to materialism and class.
Lost to Brazilian weaves and million dollar dreams when their very skin color is rich.
Like chocolate and expresso.
When the enemy comes to claim our child and leads him or her away to be indoctrinated will you see the futility... The utter insanity?
When they put a portrait of a white man in his face at church or on the t.v. will you tell our baby the truth?
Will you tell my son to be warrior and my daughter to be the daughter of a warrior... The wife of a warrior, the mother of a warrior?
Independent cause her man is independent.
We conquered and divided in a strange land where the children have the power.
A finger on the cellphone pad.
Dialing 911 till the police come and take parents away.
Take the child and make him hate himself or herself as images flash cross the screen.
Grimacing gold teeth and thot... Guns and another nigga slain by the ignorance rapped staccato.
If I put a ring on your finger and a pistol on your hand would you be ready to fight for ours?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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