Black Poetry : Mama Who Stole The Blue Print In Being A Man

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Mama Who Stole The Blue Print In Being A Man




    Mama said boy be a man,
    mama said follow the rules,
    there is no image of a
    man who lives within theses doors,
    mama said boy you are no good.
    Mama said I got daddies ways.
    Mama cries in the mist of the night.
    Living in a house where men
    turn on and off as lights.

    Mama said daddy shows no love.
    Mama said boy go to school,
    mama never lives by her own rules.

    Mama do Gurley things, I am a boy
    I resent the image she displays.
    I’m not a girl I am a man.
    That what mama says.
    Living in the ghetto I must live by my own laws.
    There are times that I wish daddy was here.
    Living in the eyes of women. What image do I represent.

    The streets that I walk, the gangs of my turf.
    Challenging the image of my state of mind,
    I must display, cold and shivering as I
    walk the battle grounds that I live.
    Mama don’t understand the roles that I play.
    Tears that feel my chest. I am a man I must not cry,
    It will make me look like a girl, and then
    I will become the streets prey.
    My friends are my family even though
    they don’t give a dam,
    If I go to jail I stand alone. So what’s t
    he difference I do it now.

    Watching mama get her as- beat,
    shaking in the middle of the night.
    A man she said I must call dad.
    Daddy never would hit mama like that.
    Hating me because I have my daddy smile.
    Mama crying in the middle of the night.
    Going to get my gun and he will be gone.
    Mama work from sun up to sun down.
    Mama tell me to call him daddy
    as he beats her down.
    Mama is blind as me, she say
    do as I say not what I do.
    My philosophy will be my own dismay.
    I do as I please, just like she do.
    Mama said I am a man so I will act as she do.


    Who needs school and what will it give my image of a man.
    Teachers don’t give a dam if you learn are not.
    Mama always believe what the teaches say.
    Telling me to read a book that I don’t understand.
    Mama smoking weed, party every week end.
    Dam I am a man I will live as she dose.
    I am lost and can’t find my way. Mama
    beats me when daddy makes her mad.
    Mama hates me the looks of a man.

    Why must I obey the rules of a women?
    even though she gave me birth, she dose
    not act like a mother. There’s no time
    that she shares, routine she gives,
    it's like I am not there. She preaches
    that I must obey the rules, but the rules
    she display its only for those under her control.

    I sit within the quiet room, wondering why
    daddy is not home, mama did it all, she
    made daddy go away.
    Even though she cry,
    I don’t feel her pain mine is to
    deep. I am a man I fight for my identify, as
    those who live upon the belly of the beast.
    I shall not be denied of the material things
    my friends have on the other side.
    Even though mama tries hard, I must do
    what I have to do, if I want to survive.
    Mama said I am the man of t he house.

    A women can’t teach a boy how to be a man,
    if I am the man why don’t she allow me to be.
    I know am a boy, but I must
    grow up fast, because the world moves so slow.

    As I walk upon the streets, Cops want
    to beat down on me. Criminals on Patrol,
    Justice that I must obey. I live the codes
    of the street, A army that will take my life.
    Mama only thinking about her self. The gangsters
    that wait upon my death.
    There is no father I can call, there is no
    image to teach me self control, mama always
    crying and screaming about her self.
    If I am a man I shall have the pleasures of his choice,
    mama said stand up boy.

    Be a man, what is a man that I must relate to.
    Mama trying to find me a daddy, I want my own.

    Who gives a dam about family,
    there’s no families where I live.
    Mama always crying about the gifts she give.
    Money can’t buy my daddy which I keep hide within.
    Lynched by the system, now through my fathers eyes.
    Mama keep telling me that I will not make it in this world.
    I am a warrior so I will sell drugs. Mama
    can’t give me the image of a man.
    I make my money and take care of my self.
    I don’t worry about death, I am already dead,
    a helpless image of self.

    Guns shots above my head, criminals who want t
    o kill me for t he colors that I wear.
    The system says I am useful as a man.
    I will not crawl under I am a man.


    I rob and I steal to survive, I told mama
    I can take care of my self.
    Mycological lynching each and every day.
    Long to hear the words from my father son.
    Let me tell you the secrets of being a great man.
    Oh how I cry upon the night, turning my
    pillows on the other side.
    Where is my daddy bring him home please,
    I am tired of the choices of men you bring
    within our family tree. Looking at me like I am
    not suppose to be here.
     
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    mama said ........
    dis was awesome and well done poeticly
     
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    very powerful...I am a city / very urban born woman
    and i really know the streets of brooklyn
    so i felt some of your living space
    the hell and wildness of the place
    let me say and i know you really know
    giving into the place is not the way to go..
    anger, rage and fear may dwell inyou..which i can understand
    but patients tenderness fixing a light trying not to fight
    respect for others is really being a man
    my heart and prayers go out to you
    and if you are a sister who wrote this
    a power poem it is...
     
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    yes deeply I am a women, I lived both size of the city, but through the grace of God, the devil has no win. I guess where ever you come from we all feel the same pain. Once upon a time you could escape the thunders of the ghetto. The ghetto is just a state of mind, and the chains will not be broken until our people can identify who they are, I write from the spirit and the almighty touches my pen, and the compassion which I have in my heart. I can feel the pain of my people. Its dealing with reality, truth cannot hide from truth, I write it and many just think about it. Wisdom is power, and knowledge, is wealth, understanding is the solid ground which we must stand. There are many followers but no leaders, truth has no friends until wisdom connects as one. I have completed my first book, I can be found anywhere world wide by just putting in your browser jacqueline Amos, my sister the ghetto is a state of mind, my life states and my pen speaks, the ghetto is just a state of mind, murder is murder, crime is crime, truth is truth, pain is pain, there is no hiding place ignorance has no guidelines, and the ghetto is the world, I have been very blessed. :thanks:
     
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    Loved this piece! Didn't grow up in rough neighborhoods but I relate to the kid in this piece as far as the relationship that wasn't between child and mother. Great piece!
     
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    :coffee:
    I loved this poem and your style! Flow n poet I see your shine.
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you my brother and sister warriors.
     
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    This was such a powerful peice. When I read it the first thing that came to my mind is my brothers. My father beat my mother and my brothers became fatherless. No one to really show them how to be a real man. So they had to learn for their selves. I'm thankful my praying and god's will kept them safe. Flow on Sista, Flow on... *snap*snap* snap*

    Much Love
    Poetic
     
  9. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you poetic we must change the rules of the past and restore our sons of the missing links, it is not to late mothers to mothers reclaiming our childrens future of tommorow.
     
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    That is absolutly true. Thanks for sharing

    peace
    Poetic Sista
     
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