In A Room Full Of Death Ears Part 3- WE

Another one brought to you by Al Graves- The Poet

 

In a room full of death ears
The eyes knew
The dividing and sorting
From countless ports
Would fuel the self loathing

It's outlined in the business
Proposition of enslavement

Ask Willie lynch

We duel out in the open
Fighting over a prearranged
Quarrel with the sharp shiv
Of the Devils weakness

Attending the workshop that built
The tools of destruction
We reflect the anger
off each other

Black Woman .......
Womb to what God has Given
The vessel in which
All life must travel
Who's mind, emotions, soul than body
Are a puzzle meant to be unraveled
In slow intentionally infinite lessons
That expel the boy who's illiterate
And graduate the man to his purpose

There is no us without her
Plain and simple
No lies no excuse as a crutch
The imprint
of How you choose to bestow
Your touch will influence the children
For generations to come
Treat her as such


Black Men
A Forrest planted in such a way
Only a woman with the stamina
Of mythical labors and the four horse men
Can travel through the dense complex
Stonehenge to the universe

Built broad to protect all that is sacred
A super conductor of melanin
With more raw power
Than an auxiliary full of 100 Romans
And a mind that strikes twice
In our place of origin
Our rage simmers beneath
The Surface of compliance
Don't forget
We are born and bred
to be
The Black woman's first
Line of defense

In a room full of death years
The eyes saw
The dividing and sorting
From countless ports
Will fuel the self loathing

It's outlined in the business proposition
Of enslavement

Ask willie lynch

When we fail to listen
Than forget

They made us drip like pus on those ropes
Laid to waste by the infectious poison of the majority
We shared the same fate
Us,we,two three,four,five ...uncountable
Man woman and child
Because we read
we voted
Said I am a man
Said I am a woman
Said no

George Stinney
underage to the drink
Executed
At 90 pounds
For 2 murders
He was too skinny to
Commit

Our kindred speaks
to each other like
discharged firearms
Damage the tissue
Than dab the wound
With unaddressed pain

Fracture the household
To breed broken children
A Damaged eye witness
To testify to our sins

Lest we don't hear and soon forget
Our union is not the sin
It is the siphoning of the definition of our culture
That makes us the culprit

My woman there is no life if men
Are
Death to your plight
Your men cannot protect your light
If you are death to what
Stands against the coming
Tide

The etiology of our alignment
Is written in our blood
Inked by the
Stars and penned
By the splendor of
The self luminous gaseous sphere
That shines off our aura

The rotation of the other planets around its warmth
Is evidence of our worth

Our skin
Bask in its rays
A smile offered to one another is
The Suns off spring

A harsh word from a black women
Can defeat a man
Well before he's armed
A black mans Careless actions
Will
Reduce their kingdom to ashes
Well before his enemy plots their siege

Both sides besieged
By the continuous belittling
Of outside influences

In a room full of death ears
The eyes knew the dividing and sorting
From countless ports
Would fuel the self loathing

To love is to listen....