Suiides multiply as its' victims assume it can be practiced and young Black women enamored by fancies not of their own making succumb to present day prostitution of themselves in the form of video whoredom.

American Black womanhood is sold worldwide as wanton, gyrating, bimbos of no value as they assume they are icons of popular culture.
A culture which casually calls them bitces and ho's and sacrificies them on altars of promiscuity where the promise is HIV laden death.
And half a world away another sister awaits stoning because of her pre-marital sexual encounter which resulted in pregnancy and the birth of a new misbegotten-begotten.

If knowledge is indeed power why then do the new American black Women not understand the plan for their annihilation?
AIDS presents itself as the new solution of the Negro problem as videos chant their working with mantras.
"Show me what you working with."
And a faraway echo sings. NOTHING.

Killing one softly is no longer fashionable when it can be accomplished by blaring horns, rocking cars, and drama laden thumps masquerading as music.
Substance has become one dimensional for the possessors of attention spans which make ants appear to be mental giants and comedians think jokes about pedophilic entertainers are funny as the dim witted laugh and clamor for more.

Responsiility for transmitting our culture has been abdicated to those who devise and watch us assume the reins of our own destruction.
Reparation does not mean repair and at our own present rate of destruction it is only negligible rhetoric which when prolonged will prove itself worthless as long as we fail to address, reclaim, repair, and replace symbols which are destroying us.
BLING, BLING, BLING, BLING, BLING. BLING.
WE ALL FALL DOWN.

Falling can be a matter of choice even when misguided.