Forgive Us, Dr King

You died for our equal treatment, and we demand "affirmative action." You died for integration, and we justify segregation when we throw public brawls and destroy property. You died to stop the Klan and the supremacists from murdering us, and we murder each other with such expediency and wantonness to make said Klansmen feel useless. Our forefathers struggled for dignity in suits and ties, and our brothers think showing our underwear is a stylish fashion statement. Our foremothers were raped in long skirts and Sunday gloves, and our sisters who don weave and seductive dresses blather shamelessly about promiscuous exploits. The strength of our forefathers was our faith in Jesus and the family unit, and now we put more trust in drugs and zodiac signs than in Jesus, and the broken family unit is led by mothers who prefer clubbing and fornicating instead of minding their responsibilities. We once depended on your wisdom and the wisdom of Washington, DuBois, and Garvey, and now we evoke the names of Farrakhan and the early words of Malcolm X when we riot. And now-- We cry "Black Lives Matter" when a brother who is no stranger to trouble is shot by police, and we cheer to the skies when innocent police officers, many of them our brothers and sisters, are ambushed and murdered in the line of duty. We cry "Black Lives Matter" while we are creating our own genocide. We are proud when a man who isn't even a brother is elected the first Afro-American president, but we glare disgustingly at the achievements and respectability of our own kin. We pay homage to those who kneel at pre-game national anthems and stomp on flags, yet when one assures us that we are capable of doing better for ourselves, We call him an Uncle Tom We call him a traitor We call him gay And then-- We send bloodsucking trollops to maliciously accuse him of despicable crimes In order to undo a lifetime of dignity and honor And destroy an example of ethnic pride Like our enemies did in Rosewood and Tulsa. Where have we gone wrong, Dr. King? When did we lose our souls? And when will we try to get them back? What was your legacy for, Dr. King? Tell me, what exists of what you died to build? We were once a symbol of strength But now we are a symbol of mockery A stench to the existence of this nation We have earned the hatred and resentment of others The only people who still love us Are the Disciples of Berkeley But they only love us as children who cannot think for themselves And why should they love us? We don't even love ourselves!" We have sinned against the Lord And we have sinned against you. Please forgive us, Dr. King And with that forgiveness Speak to us once again That we may remember Who we are and where we must go.