(FOR THE LOVE OF THE QUEENS)
DONETTA SUBMITTED THE WORD. MISOGYNY.
It seems as if in these times the African woman henceforth to be referred to as the black Queen, has become the sad victim of misogyny.
Her name drug through the mud and hung dirty and rotten off the branch of a metaphorical oak tree.
Black men standing around, some with their heads bowed in sorrow, some weeping tears that fall to the dirt below, a few gripping guns.
In the background are the ones who having been fully whitewashed have destroyed them from within, their white prizes hanging from their arms.
They living the lie, imagining that they fit in, all the while the reality is that they are tokens.
They hating the very loins that they came from, kicking and screaming from slavery and segregation, only a generation away.
The times they are a changing as the little black boys don't wanna be men, they in their fancy dresses and showing their drawers, looking like clowns and proud of it.
All these beautiful black Queens, all this black beauty
So sad the song as we fade into the mist.
We these victims of this self hate, would that it could be as vapor and dissipate.
The men standing at the aforementioned metaphorical tree turn to walk away, the ones with the guns begin to lay waste.
It's time for a new day.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
