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.
Copyright © Christina Rice | Year Posted 2006
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