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  1. I have always had one sanctuary to protect me from the wild,
    she is a lone wolf,
    majestic her style.
    She said walk like a god
    so my goddess will find me,
    my shining north star,
    when I am lost out at sea.
    You are my mother,
    that status is yours,
    love without stipulation,
    since the days of all fours.
    So to this I impart, to beloved matriarch,
    a bit of my soul,
    manifested in art.
    A sardonic variety our relation can be,
    when I say I'm with friends,
    I bring doubt and worry.
    And rightfully so,
    for you see through my guise,
    in my blood shot,
    laid back
    and satisfied eyes.
    The problem with change is it can bring disdain,
    I am flawed for I am maturing,
    but I know you'll be okay.
    I am your son, not your baby,
    this you must comprehend,
    but that will never mean that our kinship will end.
    For you are my mother,
    your pride in me glows,
    from my dizzying heights,
    to my miserable lows.
    No more I can say,
    tis a fruitless endeavor,
    my appreciation for you,
    will last forever.
    So allow me to conclude,
    on one final note,
    and utter these words,
    before they are never spoke.
    You'll worry about me mom,
    its what all mothers do,
    I understand your sacrifice
    and I love you too.
  2. The e"N"d word
    From past to contemporary,
    we persistently use,
    that o heinous N word,
    the slave word of doom.
    The word degrades blackness,
    stained red with our blood,
    enthralled us like swine,
    our chains jingle in mud.
    400 years of unyielding toil,
    a twisted legacy ingrained in the soul.
    Murder, exploitation, insulting cajole,
    all of it influenced,
    by servile role.
    How quick we neglect,
    our own brutal past,
    those lynch mobs, the blackface,
    iron branding flesh.
    Our freedom was stolen,
    humanity stripped,
    present reality: crackpipes and big hips.
    Our women defiled,
    our children sold,
    our men castrated,
    the soul became cold.
    Forced to till fields,
    pick cotton by whip,
    the overseer has changed forms
    & he carries a nightstick.
    Viewed as animals, savages, beasts to be tamed,
    our slaughter was inhuman,
    cut down with no shame,
    centuries endured of suffering and pain,
    yet the word survives,
    corroding our brains.
    A word uttered callously,
    like it had no past,
    but time pushes on,
    what a huge shadow its cast.
    It is a part of the canon, our language, our diction,
    a testament to ignorance,
    mans lifelong prison.
    Lips stained with profanity,
    breath wreaking of gin,
    staggering hopelessly through the quagmire we are in.
    Absent fathers, mediocre jobs,
    past the gunfire and chalk is heard those heart breaking sobs.
    Though she persists with all she can muster,
    her defeated tears will anoint the new hustlers.
    In the concrete jungle,
    devoid of all options,
    one becomes a beast
    to the wind they throw caution.
    Packing glocs, holding blocks, finding no solutions,
    the gavel or the bullet will mark their conclusion.
    The original immigrants,
    victims of liars,
    your sweat and blood nurtured the seeds of empires.
    And yet you don't prosper,
    like those who came after,
    forced on one road to riches,
    and it leads to disaster.
    He sits back and watches,
    on the throne that you built,
    sits there condescending,
    no hesitance, no guilt.
    He fears your potential,
    tells you not to erupt,
    even gave you a month,
    to shut you the fuck up.
    There's a genocide occurring,
    four centuries in making,
    a united front's needed,
    the world is ours for the taking.
    Why must become one,
    control our own fate,
    we must become equals,
    then rise above hate.
    Destruction's assured,
    if we continue behavior,
    God has ignored you,
    be your own savior.
    A shadow trails you to and fro,
    its presence familiar,
    its name unknown.
    He is you, you are him,
    brothers in arms,
    cease petty squabbles,
    crush masters farm.
    There's no time like the present,
    we can right the wrongs,
    it may be tough being black,
    but it's harder staying strong.