Time To Call a Spade a Mutha Fu_ _kin' Slave
No matter their class, sex, past deeds, or what they can do in the future because this culture of death must be stopped. It ain't about what white folks call us or what we call each other. Words don't do harm. Get over it. Now. Be an adult. You tell kids, "sticks and stones....." but you get all excited when I call people who are obviously slaves, hoes, and pimps exactly what they are as you and ignore the prison subculture, the culture of violence, the self destructive culture which is rampant in our community and is killing our communities. In doing so we black folk have taken self destruction to high art, a whole 'nover level. No. Let us be mature adults and say this life style marked by the usage of these names and attendant behavior as badges of honor, this culture is killing our community, it is enslaving us to repetition of death and destruction. Don't get mad at the potential of white folks laughing at this page, you are only defrauding yourself. I could care less about about white folks laughing at it. I'm furious that we feed this culture like a memorial plant for a departed loved one. It's time to get mad at those who perpetuate this life style and sell their soul for it, killing hopes and dreams in doing so. Would it really take this life style stealing your actual child for you to admit this? Let's act like a community and be angered for the loss of others...
Now, who is a hoe and a pimp? People who sell their bodies. Who is a Thug? People who do harm. You wanna get mad at the words they're called but don't care that their pimpdom, hoedom, and thuggery leads to death (drugs) sold to children, adults and the elderly and physical crimes against law abiding citizens in the black community? Still?! Are you serious? And I mean have you lost your damn mind? No. It's time. Past time. Call a spade a mutha_____in' slave. Next?!!!!
So much happens in this world, so many thoughts, so many emotions, so much simply fills me. It is often difficult and few things in this life do in fact give me pause in every sense of the word. But as I watched the box and Hurricane Dean battering our dark brethren, I was instantly transported to the news cast and discussion before Katrina hit. About how they were afraid not every body had the means to get out the way. I remembered an awful sense of dread, a feeling like this is going to be bad and instantly placed my self in their shoes understanding that sense of urgency so that I could use it when God would call upon that spirit within me to save my life and my loved ones. I remembered the news cast from New Orleans so clearly. The reporter was held up in a hotel....
Then I remembered the aftermath and as I have every year I went to read my most successful short piece. E-mailed everywhere at the time by the vast blackness, many found the piece to be provocative and compassionate. Tell every body you know and take a moment to remember with me. Let it give you pause now, so that It may be the only thing which serves you for no earthly thing should you serve.
e-mail
this hereto every one you know.
and
reflect during
your self imposed moment of
silence...
pledging to
remember
and never
forget.....
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