Man Not Boy 24/7

You still call me boy
-- Boy Not Man!
--- rock-a-bye-sleepy sleepy
--- po lil black boy
-- Bang! Bang!
--- sing Negro sing
--- 187’s yo immortality!

You put doubt in my lil bottle
--- pandemonium’s milk,
--- spoiled n spilt
--- you try to kill my lil black soul
--- and my lil black dreams
.. saying
--- drink lil Negro drink
--- drink what I tell you to drink,
--- I say, I can’t -
--- ‘cause its sour milk!

Then, you slip me an old pacifier
--- egomaniac and ego-demons …
--- lulling me and my kind to sleep …
--- saying, lay down, stay down
--- with yo plastic lilies.

You say boy,
-- Bang! Bang!
--- sing lil Negro sing
and stay in your damn cradle
or you’ll get twisted and
-- disrespected …
7 days a week!

You can curl up next to black mamas
--- suckin’ mamas’ chocolate breasts
--- lovin’ every forbidden drop …
--- and say, “po lil black boy,
--- drink yo damn plastic.”

Twisting mama’s kinky braids
po lil white boys
-- you are
-- stripped to white …
-- you contort and moan …
-- often, here, too proud be shown,
-- your true nature
---- the curtain is always drawn …
I say, Bling Bling hypocrite
---- and you say, bang bang
---- po lil black boy
---- sing lil Negro sing …
---- sign on …

Hidden in mama’s warm wound,
you groan,
‘cause life seems arched,
twisted,
sticky
-- kinda tricky in that Hood Honey, huh? …
Its the titillation of curved black flesh
----- alone be known
----- yo po good ole boy misery
because you’ve always craved -
lil chocolate, lil chocolate, lil chocolate
lil bit of sweet Hood hot chocolate -
-- I say, Bling Bling
with a touch of cream …
--- you say, yeah! Bang! Bang!
Even if, you have to burn in Hell!

Secretly, you hum ghetto operas
Singing Rap, Hip-Hop, Rhythm and Blues …
Hoe Hoe this,
O my Bro Bro that,
Jazz-a-dazz dizzy
Till razz jizz da da … is yo motto
Yo yawl lil PHAT gurls (and boys too!) -
Yo yawl Whaaaaadddup?!
You were on the threshold of having soul -
Then, tyrant, tyrant, monster, pilgrim
You revert back to bad ole habits saying,
”Call me master
I’m in charge
24 hours a day!”

You say, “Me daddy …
Me Master of all I survey! …
Me know what is best for po lil black boys …
(and Honey’s too)
Like you and yo kind …”
Saying, “Rock-a-bye-sleepy sleepy
Po lil black boy
Stay in your damn lil crib
or you’ll get broken and twisted
(due process for yo kind)
Every sixty seconds!”
-- 24 hours a day!”

You say, “You are not a real man”
-- with evil, twisted spite,
You call us fools,
-- with hidden, smoky mirrors …
You tie our black hands,
-- with slick, twisted tricks
-- then you have the nerve to say,
-- you can’t win yo damn game
Hypocrites!
Saying, you're the MAN!
-- I Say, Bling Bling
-- You say, Bang Bang, goodbye!

You say boy, “Its time for yo whipping!”
Blood still dripping
From yo many sins of tha past …
And, I say, “Man Not Boy”
And I take all the hate you can give …
-- still redeeming my still soul.

Rock-a-bye-sleepy sleepy
Po lil white boys
The past is long gone
Yet, yawl still get twisted …
Every sixty seconds!
24 hours a day!
7 days a week!
365 days a year!

I say, Call me Mister …
-- Bling Bling
-- sing lil bully sing
-- a flea is but a tiny thing
yet, he sucks from bigger beasts.

Thus, the journey begins …
-- from judgment to understanding
-- from hate to love
-- from here to eternity
-- from my eyes to yours
--- why let color come ‘tween us?

Bling Bling Bang Bang
Goodbye
Man Not Boy!

My 1^st thought for today: Success arrives when your dreams become the dreams of others.

My 2^nd thought for today: Talent is something others enjoy.

My 3^rd thought for today: A blessing in disguise is when you open your eyes to truth and open your heart to new possibilities. OR (if you prefer) A blessing in disguise is your awareness.

My 4^th thought for today: Haven’t some of those folk who have tried so hard to define me AND YOU, actually defined themselves?

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