The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 24

Whatever!

If I could change the path of black people,

We would be socially and economically equal.

The system would be see through.

There would no longer be a sequel of confused black people.

Not knowing how to make things better.

I would send out a letter each week.

Titled,

“You can’t beat me!”

“Why black people should be free!”

“Why black people fall so easily!”

“Why black people are still Sleep!”

Just something to heighten their attention…

Plus I would mention of the suspension of our life long intentions.

Women would learn respect for self.

Passion and desire would be taught and not just felt.

Hip hop would be put on a shelf unless it has meaning.

“Crack Heads” and “Junkies” would no longer be “fein-ing.”

And the meaning of Kings and Queens will not just be a dream of unseen respect for one another.

And to call you my sister or my brother should assure you that I love ya!

Not you feeling smothered like I’m taking up your space.

Past memories would be replaced.

So, no longer will we waste time speaking on what the man is doing.

We will no longer be chasing the riches.

We only intake the veggies and the fishes…

We no longer look suspicious.

We hold the power now.

The system we devour now.

No more lockdowns and raids.

No more army brigades of uniformed and camouflaged slaves fighting an unjust cause.

No more probable cause laws…

We only approach bars at celebrations.