Am I wrong for feeling angry
Am I wrong to just accept my condition
Am I wrong for hating the system
The system that has never helped my people
Am I wrong for not dressing up and not wanting to fit this fucking American standards
Am I wrong for not wearing heels
Am I wrong for loving hip hop and being a tomboy
I am the new generation of rebels
the new generation
Generation Y is what they call me
Maybe im an angry black woman should I accept my condition?
Should I be happy to live in poverty?
Is that ok?
Its never been ok
To me it will never be ok
Poverty is the new form of slavery
And poverty has never been cool
Am I wrong for feeling angry?
No medical
Living in a shack
Am I wrong for being uncomfortable with my environment?
Am I wrong for feeling angry?
Monday, February 25, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Crack era during the 80's
White Lady
a street name for cocaine
wants my son
wants my niece
wants Josie's daughter
holds them hard
and close as slavery
what will it cost
to keep our children
what will it cost
to buy them back
White lady
says i want you
whispers
let me be your lover
whispers
run me through your
fingers
feel me smell me taste me
love me
nobody understands you like
white lady
white lady
you have chained our sons
in the basement
of the big house
white lady
you have walked our daughters
out into the streets
white lady
what do we have to pay
to repossess our children
white lady
what do we have to owe
to own our own at last+cifarelli@yahoo.com
Lucille Clifton
This illusion of crack. When a people don't have a type of guidance they turned to something. I heard a black man on the bus talking to someone else about the condition of black people. He said that black people in this country don't have an identity or a nationality. People turn to something to give them an identity or to give them something. It was the perfect time to break up the unity of black people. I don't know when crack was first made or when it came to South Central, but whoever brought it in knew that it would effect the neighborhood in some kind of way.
a street name for cocaine
wants my son
wants my niece
wants Josie's daughter
holds them hard
and close as slavery
what will it cost
to keep our children
what will it cost
to buy them back
White lady
says i want you
whispers
let me be your lover
whispers
run me through your
fingers
feel me smell me taste me
love me
nobody understands you like
white lady
white lady
you have chained our sons
in the basement
of the big house
white lady
you have walked our daughters
out into the streets
white lady
what do we have to pay
to repossess our children
white lady
what do we have to owe
to own our own at last+cifarelli@yahoo.com
Lucille Clifton
This illusion of crack. When a people don't have a type of guidance they turned to something. I heard a black man on the bus talking to someone else about the condition of black people. He said that black people in this country don't have an identity or a nationality. People turn to something to give them an identity or to give them something. It was the perfect time to break up the unity of black people. I don't know when crack was first made or when it came to South Central, but whoever brought it in knew that it would effect the neighborhood in some kind of way.
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