Anti All America

The black boy will goto a barber shop.

He may forget that he does not have a father at the barber shop.

The barber shop

may be a host to the only representation of black men the black boy sees.

The black boy may ask questions on politics, learn the things of Kemetic science,

5 percenter information,

Sex ,

Knowledge of the Hebrew Israelites,

And ask questions; lewd in nature 

     when 

                        his

his mothers not there.

The black boy may have his first job there.

He may beg after months of loitering to sweep hair as a “hustle”.

The black men may learn to like the black boy teaching him the “hustle” and laws of the streets.

The black boy will grow indoctrinated looking to the older negroes as father.

He will runaway from school and seek his father.

He may not see his birth father but see his father in the niggas on the corner.

God,

Masculinity,(humility)

And dad;

all words that are replaced by the

black woman,

Skin,

Sex,

Flesh

And weed.

All things pertaining to death the black boy will appraise.

He grow into a black man with eyes to the ground.

He will hate light.

He will love the night

And he will be drunken into a coma.

He will forget that it all started from the womb.

Alcohol, drugs and malnutrition feed from the black woman’s umbilical cord.

All the poison will delude his interpretation of God’s blueprint.

What you buy with your 40k bonus?

A new mustang!

Boy you must’ve forgot the birth pains

That your mother felt when she heard her little black boy would deploy.

Worried that in the Vietnam jungle he’d be slain.

God must’ve put a drain in your heart

And made you neglect all those nights of hunger.

Now you let the United States military eat away at your stomach every time you must swallow the truth on leave.

You can’t leave life behind.

Your nieces only grow older,

Your high school sweetheart can’t wait forever

And your ribbons only look good in pictures.

You let them eat away at your stomach.

Until

At 3 am you’re convulsing from stomach ulcers and deploying the demons from the pit of your stomach.

Like the United States Army deployed you in 07.

You were their demon.

They caught you on the football field and made you forget about the NFL.

You were their nigga at night in the Sahara desert; it felt like when you were being shot at.

It felt like Moses had parted a Red Sea of blood when you first started convulsing from your first ever bullet wound.

Your bowls all left you, cleaned out!

Redeemed from your first kill.

He had the potential to kill you;

But you got away.

You confirmed so many kills.

I bet you could only forget those who died next to you.

Because you ate with those people.

Slept in the same tent as those people.

Bathed in the same quarters

You were brothers and most of them were

Until a loose cannon forgetting that American men bleed just like they do.

Decides that tonight is the night he takes his frustration out on your whole platoon. from his 12 year old sister being gang raped by American forces coming to spread the democratic message.

You walked out that night.

Black skin hiding in the African desert you felt it that night.

The same way that Joseph saw Pharaoh’s dreams

You felt a resurgence: a rebirth

Blood of Jesus all over you as you said those prayers your mom taught you over that phone.

You had to break so many chains that night.

You had to remember that you were a nigga that night.

You had to remember that this life wasn’t going to wait for you

that night.

You had to realize that a single mom did not teach you how to become a man.

But the American shackles on the black man taught how to be a slave.

You had to learn that you reborn in Christ is a whole new creature made free.

You had to learn that the blood of war and Jesus are both shed synonymously.

That Christ came to save those in need.

You learned that the spirit can raise 20 years of mistakes out of you,

And at 28 you finally became a man,

I pray at night fully submissive

my voice with the church in one accord.

They’re afraid that your voice is the sword.

That it cuts never allusive

Separating bones from marrow.

You the beauty of all the rides;

White Camaro.

I needed something reliable

Used to Cut corners with different vehicles.

Until I found you.

V-12 motor running smooth on energy.

I thank you

For being the only thing to replenish me.

I understand that those wheels are built for beauty.

Strangely enough even for obstacles.

I understand you let me keep my privacy.

But when it’s time to be open

I roll down my tinted window.

This isn’t drivers rage.

This is me just venting.

I understand

I am the cedars of rocks.