by Erica Hughes
No more ass kissin., or euphemisms,
I'm gon' give you a lashing of critism,
it's time for this bird to sing her song,
I've been quiet for too long,
no more beatin' around the bush,
no more gettin kicked in the tush,
this one is for you my disloyal brother,
so unlike my beautiful soul lover.
Yes brother, you are foul,
when was the last time you saw your child?
Leaving your sisters to rear your children by means
of the system,
to become another welfare victim.
You have put me at the mercy of our government,
and stripped me of my pride,
even though I have always been by your side,
and have spent my entire life,
waiting for you to make me honest by becoming your wife.
When I saw you wrongly handcuffed and taken to jail,
I was the one who came up with your bail,
but you still couldn't see me as your ally,
working against me all the time,
when you come home cryin' cause you tired of the man,
I'm your one and only friend,
but nowadays,
I hear you call yourself a player,
so for you I'm gon' say a prayer,
and hope that you will change your ways,
I been in your corner since you was a slave,
but you got the nerves to treat me,
like I'm a quick lay,
and brag about the games you play?
Usin' and abusin' sisters the way you do,
treating black women like objects,
like that shit is cute,
You couldn't wait to date women of other ethnic groups.
I'm tired of you,
So I'm gon' let you slide,
from within my midst, gather my spirit,
and close it tightly in my fist,
brother, you have been dismissed.
Reason for writing:
You can't function as a society if you are not a community, you cannot become a community, if first, you are not a family.
Birth sign: Libra
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