Angry Black Women
Part 1
Author Jacqueline Amos
Masturbation, drips from my strength,
trick
analogy where is the loyalty to my stool.
Nigg- rapping my epitaph project neurology
down with the jewel.
Mask that has no sense of face, hypocorisms
sucking on neck bones,
Chickens wings praising the darkness, that our fore father fought, down with the ignorance that covers our doors with blood, which
they most hate.
A evolution of a revolution which don’t
exist.
Black Baby, Red Bone inclination of a lynching
within its on family tree.
Woman who lives within a prison. Which no
one understands.
Victim within self as victimize by the world. She pleads for
escapes which the battle is
within, as she prays for her
sanity each and every day.
why do you
linger like a cancer?
Hidden within as those who only see the
maze from the outside. But not within
Oh
how the struggles rips me apart
Screaming for freedom as the walls close in.
Separations among tribes, I got it first,
who the hell care about a revolution
that stinks masquerading as a rose without
any roots.
Bonding that don’t even stick.
Sisters that creates there own circles true
to sorties that don’t have a clue.
Love hate we shall over come.
Plagiarizing the ancestors truce. Hiding
behind the sacred institutions of
The definitions of roots. Psychological
lynching within the sacred order of a proclamation joining hands, the rights of passage has closed its gates.
Death that creeps at my door. Fantasy which
I
truly believe. As the breath gets shorter
And the trembling of my body. And the
tears stream down my face.
Let me be free.
As I pray and ask God to relieve me of Satin's
Revenge.
The battle with the mind. Hoping and Pretending it is
not happening again.
Blocking my mind of the actions
and thinking
of an emotion to replace the fear. Praying it would
go away. Who is this person that lives
within?
Why is he torching me? He won't let go.
Is this a demand. Which he is trying to take my soul.
Brother man give me love are give me death.
Spineless to a proclamation of un-devised
a liberation,
Who will protect me, O h let my voice be
herd,
Get up and take your rightful place.
Every
day I live for the next hoping he would stand up,
And give me the crown that is duly given by my God.
.
Oh God the pain that trembles in me
Pretending it's not there. People will think I'm
Crazy. Pills they give
me for release. But the
devil lingers.
Oh God somebody help me. I am in so much pain. The spirit
within why does it want me
dead.
Father wash me of my sins
As the devil creeps within me . Trying to claim my mind. Fear
what is your purpose?
The battle of the spirits that lives
within. Why must you destroy a soul that loves the world and God.
Where is my King?
Fear gives
no answer it continues to destroy
I rise that fear be no more. It never leaves
It is an open door. When
people view me they don't see the
scars. Putting on strength when I'm dying inside. 10 years from
time to
time. Sitting on the coach explaining my fear. There
is no end to this nightmare. Thank you God for repressing the
thoughts
of killing my self. Fear disappear there is no place
for you hear. It goes away. It's smart it will sneak up on me
again.
It is a force that won't let go. Its like a drug killing
me slowly through my mind. Freedom I cry no more fear.
My
mind is tired. And the battle is longer. No pills can beat
this devil that lives within. This battle is forever .
With
the Grace of God he lets me breathe. Fear the Killer of all men.
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Where is my King?
Universal Connection, Spiritual, Historical. A man with a thousand voices, like the cover of a book,
the content within changes the world. Freedom of expressions, quoted by dreams. A mind that refuses to be converted shall
not be silence to hope. A sonnet that is governed by the armor of the pen
Author Jacqueline Amos
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