Black Poetry : Black Boy I Want Be Your Whore

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Black Boy I Want Be Your Whore
By Jacqueline Amos



I sit upon the waters, with my head in shame,
I the universe the foundation of your name,
I sit upon darkness, as you tarnish thy name ,
of my ancestors, Universe I sat before the cross.
The world sits and listen as you call my name,
black boy I wont be your whore.

I the mother of creations,
I the womb of mind
I the womb of creations, have felt the pain ,
of civilizations, I reclaim my identity,
for all man to see.
I have felt your mothers pain,
and her mothers pain, and her fathers pain.

I the incubator of the earth,
judge me not by those who come in shame.
I am the mother of the universe.
Judge me not for like of strength,
judge me as a warrior.


Take not sides with the slave masters daughter ,
an degrade me for satins pleasures,
judge me not for my gifts and kindness,
If you have not felt the gift of love,
I have been the eyes that you may see,
the footstep’s that you may lead,
the breath when it is to hard to breathe,
the roof when there’s no where to live.

The milk of your mothers breast,
the words of spiritualism ,
when the world has turned its back.
Black Boy I wont be your whore.

I women who bare kindness of love,
I women who give treasures of the earth,
I women will not come through the back door.
Black Boy I wont be your whore.
Judge me not for your like of empowerment,
judge me not for your short comings of tomorrow,
blame me not for the slave master trick analogy,
embrace my hands that we will walk together.

Thy shall not turn thy back on thy seed,
Mama Baby Daddy maybe,
Genocide by my mans hand.

I rise you to the heavens,
I shall not strike out with hate against all black men.
Black Boy I want be your whore,
I where the blood in the palms of my hand,
and the scars on my back.

I never left I still wear the pain.
I sing the song of the televise revolution,
I sing the songs of freedom,
the bell never rings.
Released the chains of my feet,
the chains of my risk,
but lynched the love of my black king,
I cry no victim song,
I walk through the valley of death,
singing we shall over come.

This poem dose not charatarized black men in general, only those who wear the image and tarnish the dignity of the true black man.

Copywriter 2002

Dedicated to:
I Took It To The Mountain
 
Important piece!

This was a poem with great substance, but the errors in spelling opened the door to misinterpretation.
In the title I think you meant (won't) not (want).
In the 3rd verse I think you meant (lack) instead of (like)
In the 5th verse I think you meant (satan's) instead of (satins)
But the message needs to be driven home so that more men who are in that category will hear you loud and clear....And I do hear,
you have a strong voice for Political poetry as well as other genre's I hope you accept my obsevations not as criticisms but simply editing notes...Cause you are Outstanding!

Blessings On Ya House!
 

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