Welcome...To Part four

A poem for all of you poetry lovers out there....


$20 hookers stand on the street,
Ready and prepared to get that next piece of meat,
Children are left without their pampers and Similac,
But their mothers and fathers are able to scrape up enough money to smoke some crack,
Bums ask for change, instead of making the choice to rearrange,
Violence continues to spread like AIDS,
I guess many of our beds have already been made,
Instead of spreading uplift and joy,
We think about the next gun we can use as a toy,
Self-hate is like cancer,
People do harm and then look to God for an answer,
We sip on everything from cognac to hennessey,
Spend less on education and more on our new lacs, benzes and bentleys,
Act all uppity and prolific,
But when it comes down to solving a community problem, we lack the specifics,
Whatever happened to Black pride and achieving high strides?
Some may believe all this can be solved with some peroxide and a bandaid,
instead we are more worried about the purchase of pork rhines or the newest Kool-Aid,
How can this be?
That after all this time of wanting to be free,
You cannot know how it saddens my heart,
That I cannot wear what I want even if all I want to do is buy some chocolate milk from a local mini-mart,
We put a price on bling and material things,
Then go to Church on Sunday and "Lift Every Voice and Sing,"
Only we are lifting anything,
Instead we are continuing to throw flowers on grave sites,
A day of reckoning is getting nearer,
So I ask you to take a look in the mirror,
and say to yourself if you are ready to revamp the way of the world even if you have to fight with all of your might?


Life has many parts.....sometimes some need to be changed.