Kings!

Black men you are the foundation of the world that revolves around us Black woman. though you are below you are above our protectors, our Warriors, our guardian angels that can (and will) fight to protect our sacred temples. at any coast you hop into battle mode to fight for our right to be Goddesses. as goddesses you should cherish us instead of smearing us with your name in our temple walls. do not defile and cast out our ancient Secrets do not Mark us with your tongue- your words of Shame. why must you strike us with your Blows So you can prove you’re a king? why take our barreyed treasures that we have kept so close away? Men why kick us like Dogs and leave us to forge for ourselves like other Animals of the night? why? why Disgrace our souls? why Condemn us? Man! what has your day come to and when will your end be? Spawn of Bruised Mother Spawn of Destitute Prostitute why are you such? though your were Sewn of melancholy must you be the Abuser? Man! we should not fear but Cherish you. you are Black-in every different shade of the word you come from kings yet you act like Peasants So stand up! Black King… stand up and look at your Queen! It is not to late.