Black Poetry : Pimping Blackness

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The control of mind under the hypnotic state of darkness;
    which continues to conform to the same mistakes. The battle within the realms of religion,
    submerging ego-prophesying Knowledge,
    No concept of self, Spirituality represents the symbols of God.
    Man masquerading as holy, false prophets, thank you Jesus devils,
    pull pit whores, who is right an who is wrong.
    Spirituality sacred places; every person missions; neglecting
    family tradition; Recycling the toxins of the universe;
    Resurrection balancing the minds of creations,
    Optimistic expressions that is holy,
    and does man really no himself.

    Slave masters syndromes, prophesying a word
    that God did not create.
    The battle ground for wars, man without love for his brother,
    poor wise man, who has no respect for his foundation are self.

    Profits of religion, Psychological revolution,
    genocide to ones only family turfs.
    Proposed roads of freedom
    stain windows, the call of the wind,
    captivity looking at each other,
    through the slave masters eyes.

    Stolen souls, the living dead,
    zombies that pass on there seeds
    spirits in bondage, black power cry,
    without the respect of man an self pride,
    battle among the symbols of creations,
    where is black pride.

    The jungle of abnormality,
    fortune of no inheritance,
    grain of dignity without growth
    Battles of the walking dead.
    Sister hating Brother hating,
    Confusion all in the name of God.
    Beware of the wolf that comes in sheep clothing;
    God said wisdom not science;
    Shepard masquerading as holy,
    leading their flocks to hell.

    Black Power, its not the power,
    but the substance it represent,
    Man cry division when one refuse to come together as one.
    Slaying there brothers for a moment of fame.
    The blood of our brothers; who fought the revolution;
    When sisters and brothers of the culture, recognized
    them once a year,
    If any a revolution that is sealed in a book.

    Close mind to there own self worth.




    The hypotonic state of mind,
    those visions, self through
    the hypnotic transformation
    of the bionic man,
    Death chambers built,
    cages that gravitate to the
    acceptance of self.
    Social influences which
    takes all out at once.

    The state of mind that continue
    to repeat the same
    mistakes; the enforcements
    of memory that has
    explored each time the light
    retrieves a thought.
    The mind goes into
    delete the thought of unity.
    Sets of an explosion I am
    greater than thee;


    Without memory of the past
    to present, One will not
    be able to relate new
    experiences to ours executing
    stores of knowledge,
    there would be no sense of identity,
    no history, no civilization of who we are.

    The hypnotic transformation
    the bionic slave
    the three stages of conformity to self.
    To understand memory we must
    also come to
    terms with forgetting,
    why some of the information
    that we once knew
    Is no longer available to us.

    Many of the answers to
    questions about
    Remembering and forgetting
    who we are. Un relying memory of our
    Ancestors and the struggles
    and the lives they have given.

    To break the curse slave
    syndromes a black state
    of mind.


    So you say you are my brother, and you plagiarize my script, you speak of righteousness, and you live by the white man whip, so who are you to stand before the alter? And use the words of the mighty father, but you live by the words of betrayal, pimping blackness in the name of revolution, if you look down on your brother, and say you have the words of wisdom, and you pimping my pockets, in a hope of discovery, keeping it on the down low, you are no better than the whip, don’t hate my blackness, and copy my words of wisdom, I chose to be a leader but you try to castrate me through your ego, never mind the ignorance embracing the chains of darkness, for a glory of fame pimping blackness to feed your thoughts of hate.

    I goddess of the universe, protect me from my self, the image of a queen
    Step daughter to my circle of roots, don’t hate me sister and brothers,.
    Is it my mind that I posses?
    Is it my unique style of dress?
    Is it that I speak proper without throwing slang?
    Don’t hate me blackness I am the original Queen.
    Is it the taste of honey I posses?
    Is it that my King chooses me from all the rest?

    I rise upon the earth, Freedom I cry as you profile my words.
    Freedom I cry as your lynching begins, don’t hate me blackness.
    My King requires top shelf.
    Mental castration lye’s upon my feet;
    The shackles that enslaves the mind within;
    Don’t hate me blackness we the image of Gods grace.

    Derisions, scorns, beware of the beast
    , Who licks the hands of defeat,
    Imperiling the destructions of rebirth.
    Don’t hate me sister I bleed like you.

    Apathy used by the cowardly conformity,
    which refuse to lead,
    Open lynching of the spoken words.
    Penalty demanding the right hand to fall;
    Close the doors, but I have the key.
    Beware you shall be knocking at my door.


    Hate me be me, imitates my style,
    Ignore me, close me out, and ignore me,
    But the words have been pass,
    Writing the words of my ancestors’ cries.
    Hidden mind of darkness pleading the warrior’s song;
    Hate me, be I continuing to shut the doors.
    Knowledge is power; I shall not be erased.



    Freedom froes, but yet you frown upon your sisters,
    Who side are you really on?
    Censorious slavery, humans noose, for the
    Neck of the original Queen;
    A corneous appetite of the other side,
    Yet you wear the black, red , green
    You sit by your sister as she was not there.
    Who do you represent?
    It is not I, I walk with love on both sides.

    I wear my dress below my knees,
    I carry my self as the Nubian queen.
    Who is it that comes in my face?
    Jealousy the slave masters repertoire
    In what a black women is.

     
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    feel all of u here and the awareness of pride ride high
    tyte deep mental drop sis.
     
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    blessings my King respect in the name of blackness
     
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    Hi Sister Ashanta
    Much love to you sis
    this is a very deep flow
    Some are still trapped
    in the slavery so true
    and selling US out

    Peace
     
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    ashanta your so deep when it comes to your flows im feeling ya pimping the blackness.:hearts2:
     
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    Wow....Yes, don't kill the messenger, for she merely tells you the truth. My sister this was powerful!
     
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    blessings my family warriors much love and thank you for your comments , warrior of God, blessing be upon your house
     
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