(Stole this from my boy Jerald Harris) AMERIKA I USED TO LOVE YOU. BUT WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE PAST IT DOES NOTHING BUT STRESSES ME. SO I DONT NEED YOUR ONE MONTH OF EMPATHY FOR BLACK HISTORY. BECAUSE I CELEBRATE IT 365. I WEAR IT ON MY CHEST LIKE A BADGE OF HONOR AND THAT AINT NO JIVE. SEE I KNOW THE TRUE STRENGTHS OF MY BLACKNESS. I SEE IT IN THE MIRROR EVERYDAY I RISE. BOLD. RESILIENT. FEARLESS. I GOT THE HEART OF HARRIET TUBMAN. THE MIND OF FREDDRICK DOUGLASS. THE TONGUE OF MALCOLM X. THE SPIRIT OF DR. KING. THE COURAGEOUSNESS OF MEDGAR EVERS. THE BLOOD OF EMMETT TILL, AND EVERY NEGRO THAT HUNG FROM TREE THAT WAS KILLED. I REP AND THATS REAL! FROM THE DUSTY HUTS OF AFRICA. TO THE DEEP MURKY WATERS OF THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER. MY HISTORY IS BOUNDLESS AND PROFOUND, WELL-HEELED AS THE WORLD, AND OLDER THAN THE FLOW OF HUMAN BLOOD. SO DONT TRY TO APPEASE ME, NOR DECEIVE ME. I KNOW THE REAL TRUTHS OF MY BLACK HISTORY, AMERIKA.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Feb 2014 23:25:06 +0000
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