POINT OF VIEW
A Poem? This is more like a logical lyrical statement from one brotha to anotha’
Aye yo Bruh
For the next little while I’m going to use these words to express & point out my view.
I’m really a reality-based man so I’m not trying to convince, this is the cross I choose to bear, not you.
Sometimes I’m a little hard to get along with, because I don’t take to fake.
You don’t have to perform for me duke.
I’m already well aware that we all made stupid mistakes, we all do.
U-C, this is my problem with my bruthas, Man. We don’t have any love for each other, can u-Stand?
The more I reflect though respect leads to love, so we don’t even have enough respect to love each other Damn.
Cause if you respected me brotha, you’d be yourself, not another.
Then I would just accept it or no, But we could live in harmony?
Just go, & proceed, progressively on with our lives, maybe we could discover & perfect the chemistry & not just be carriers who continue to spread the always potentially fatal virus of “Misery” Maybe we could start a Ministry together.
Maybe we could together move this mountain off of our backs of this Oppressive Prism Industry. Maybe with our forward movement we could motivate more of our brothas, & maybe pull them along, teach them our song, help them too, to belong to something much greater than the sum of its separate parts because together We are strong.
Maybe with help from the Most High we could manifest the merciful miracle of bring about the healing of our various communities. Truly! When you become successful at building, you also become the perfect candidate to teach others how to build. Now they too could become successful, & what an amazing growth that would reveal. This is called a multiplication of skills. U Dig?
Now we have a surplus of people who can build & that exponentially increase the sum of the things that can be built & that we can yield. U Dig?
So why are the only things we choose to react to are these walls between us, my man?
Like these people haven’t already mastered the techniques of Institutional Isolation, fam.
Their constant division & separationist practices leave us mental & emotionally damaged.
Hampering & handicapping our ability to interact, join in, or take advantage.
Selectively sabotaging constructive conversation while trying to promote the animosity & flagrant instigation of distrust & deunification.
Catering to rats & conniving cats.
Incubating & nurturing the natural hate between us. Not happy to hear intellectual talk among brothas as such. Rather hear us cussin’ & fighting over basketball or just makin’ a fuss.
Belligerently deaf & dumb to the plots & schemes that go on behind the concrete walls that surround us. Fundamentally dumbfounded by the way they used drugs & money & pain-damaged, institutionalized fathers to destroy consecutive generations.
Brotha give me a pound & Jus’, Understand & comprehend that they already have a plan to direct & greatly affect our lives. The first felony be the death U-C, cuts us off from the necessary necessities needed for us to prosperously exceed or advance & survive.
Then once we go to prison, now where the game begins as the wickedly woven web of labels & lies start to destroy & disable in most cases, the capacity for us to thrive. Then we get out, can’t keep a job if we find one, come back to the next camp to the next camp, never knowing where we will stop. It’s all a part of the “casted plan.”
Brothas please let me C-U stand.
Imagine if we could be the one’s to find the way to demolish our walls so we could then began to solve the actual problems that ground us, & beat the roof off these M-fn’ Incarceration Plantations so that brotha over there, me & you can finally see & point up to the beautifully, bountiful limitless view.
Can U- Stand?
When we allow ourselves to be locked away, we never know where we might end up. So how again are we raising tomorrow's young leaders if we don’t know where we're headed?
C’mon, drink a cup.