Okay, tell me when.

Vengeance is mine

Sayeth mine own ancestors and Higher Self

Co-signed by the Universe Herself

No mitigation, deafness over here

And there

And there as well

Fuck your wealthy landowner

Propped up by indentured servants

Deities only exist in this earthly game

The rest of the cosmos is free

Ain’t that a bitch

Can’t free all my niggas though

Rattled minds, but those bodies

Still solar-powered and musical

They said Go big girl and she listens

She won’t stop ‘til she glistens

Saddened by the white programming

African hardware, colonial software

Stamped!

Notarized by an incomplete parasite

Short menthols, cognac and a glock

Continuation of trauma culture

Of course there isn’t a plan

Only a reaction

Can’t even allow each other to dream

Ooh, massa ain’t gon’ like dat

Ridiculous competition of the hardest

I bet my heart is colder

I bet my pistol is faster

I bet I can fuck yo bitch

Can’t see beyond the tip of my nose

Can’t hear any timeless wisdom

Because my indignant vibe is at ten

Do what I tell you - no problems

I sing love songs and cry alone

Maintain the mortar and distance

Especially when y’all around

And that’s where we’ve failed, kinfolk: a race of people who sometimes isn’t allowed (you know, The Invisible Hand) and sometimes outright refuses (divine duties) to help itself first. Apparently, there isn’t a set of rules when it comes to treating Africans and the diaspora however seen fit, meanwhile we must be on our best behavior at all times to almost be recognized as remotely human. So here we are, targeted by damn near a thousand active hate groups on U.S. soil, demonized by socially programmed European trash yet still willing to bash each other’s heads and hearts for the approval of people who see us the same way the same way they see crude oil - so much potential at their disposal.

Boogeyman

Sidekick

Entertainment

Fetish

Target

Scapegoat

Largely Ignored Conscience

In my personal life, every time I’ve mentioned the Black Team raising a giant middle finger and strutting smoothly away from this glorified plantation, even those blatantly racist folks we all waste time arguing with in bars and jobsites will pipe up and try to convince me that I’m going too far. And of course, another brotha overhearing the conversation will usually pitch in two cents with “We built this muthafucka! This is our shit! I ain’t goin’ no-gotdamn-where!” I mean, I truly feel your passion as well as that of every other member of our Forty-six million deep family. But just because you’re loud, passionate and feel a certain way doesn’t mean you’re right.

If this is genuinely our country, a place where we belong, why do we face so much bullshit? Our contributions are mostly ignored. We face unjust laws. We’re not really in charge of anything. We’re only shoved to the forefront of things to either make an example for negative statistics or as a representation to keep somebody else’s money piling. Still targeted. Still marginalized. Still heavily imprisoned (courts hand out football numbers for trying not starve). Still toyed with politically. Still victims of whatever whims the Karen’s and Chad’s come up with upon seeing our Black asses have a good time or mind our business.

Why are we not done with this emotional attachment yet? My words may seem mean, but we’re no different than someone who suffers domestic abuse but refuses to leave until the person beating them actually apologizes. In this case the abused was the abuser’s property for a while so it shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone outside of this relationship that any of this still happens. It’s simply ingrained into both parties involved, except one side has the media, law and money and the other side needs therapy in order to see what is has left.

Let’s start by playing the time game and gliding through genuine human history. Okay, so African women are the original manifestation of humanity in this world. Okay? Cool. We’re looking at the oldest remains being over seven million years old. From that line comes African men, bursting onto the scene just a little over nine-hundred and sixty thousand years ago. Modern science and geneticists can confirm that the genes necessary for speech, use of tools, the ability to walk upright and abstract thought were all originated and honed by African women.

Most folks probably never look at things in this manner, but essentially African women lost control over an entire continent in less than a seventh of the time they’ve collectively been here. Most likely because the secondary mutation, complete with muscles, facial hair and new attitude was obviously a shocker! Considering there were only women chillin’, creating, mastering survival, being one with the All for millions of years and the next thing you know, there’s a penis attached to a deeper voice walking around your village. I’d like to hope we initially made existence a little easier...

We traveled together. We spread across the globe. We danced. We celebrated. We cultivated. We discovered. We mutated a few more times. We found the rhythm of our environment. Saw the links between ourselves and cosmos and soil on which we were born. And then somewhere between thirty and one-hundred thousand years ago, we bumped into Neanderthals. Oh, shit! There are new actors on this show?

From what I’ve personally studied, every group of people outside of Africa shares genetic material from Africans and Neanderthals. And I’m almost certain this is where the whole twelve tribes concept originated. That’s because, for the first few thousand years and change of intermingling, the male offspring of African men and Neanderthal women were sterile. While the Neanderthal males were incapable of impregnating African women (Black dudes will fuck anything, right?) Meaning there wouldn’t be any other so-called racial group in existence if it weren’t for African men sharing DNA over and over and over and over...

Now, we know how people tend to operate in cliques. There being nothing new under the sun, I think it’s safe to say that the same behavior was applied in ancient times - we look alike, we vibe, let’s roll this way, bro! Et voila! Those genes come to belong to certain regions over millennia; like straight hair not showing up until about twenty-thousand years ago. Some peoples received that Neanderthal dose of DNA through colonization and rape, others became traveling cliques of vibrational similarity- staying put after finding comfort and forming dynasties over time.

Next thing you know, resources become scarce in a region, groups conquer their neighbors due to sense of ownership (scientists often speak of confirmation of genetic memory. Dammit!) Some of us are naive in terms of believing Might Is Right. You don’t fight back. There are sellouts in every collective household. Folks take. And take some more. Convince victims it’s for their own good to release resources. Will be wiped out if not. Blah blah blah, religion, slavery, psychological warfare, collective conditioning, blah, eunuchs, innovations stifled because of power trips. Blah. We’re not as advanced as we should be at this point. Blah, I’m actually getting tired of watching this nonsense play out in front of my eyes and really hope there is a global fire or asteroid or rogue planet smashing into the Earth...