Poem: To All The Men

Education Poem Uncategorized  Poem: To All The Men
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holla to my sisters on welfare
I care if don’t nobody else care
And I know they like to beat you down a lot
When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive, but don’t forget, girl, keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nothing, don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you, you should leave him
‘Cause, sister, you don’t need him
And I ain’t trying to gas ya up, I just call ’em how I see ’em
You know what makes me unhappy? When brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one.
And uh, to all the ladies having babies on there own
I know it’s kinda rough and you’re feeling all alone
Daddy’s long gone and he left you by your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want ’em
‘Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I’m sure
And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more
‘Cause ain’t nothing worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don’t love him no more.
You steady hoping things don’t fall down this week
‘Cause if it did, you couldn’t take it
And don’t blame me, I was given this world, I didn’t make it
And now my son’s getting older and older and colder
From having the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is driving Benz
I’m still trying to hold on to surviving friends
And it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up,
Because there’s too many things for you to deal with
Dying inside, but outside you’re looking fearless
While tears is rolling down your cheeks
So will the real men get up?
I know you’re fed up, ladies, but keep your head up
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