Ode To The Black Woman
[BENEATH THE SPIN]
I have to scratch my head when I hear young
Black men calling our sister’s bitches and whoes,
because Black women are our most precious asset.
Sister’s are the very womb of our culture,
and if it wasn’t for her, we would have
long since been relegated to the
ash heap of history.
Sister’s have been standing by us
and reinforcing our manhood
for centuries.
When we were beaten down
and told that we weren’t shit
by the White man,
SHE WAS THERE . . . to nurse our wounds,
and assure us of our value.
And when we ran the street
in a misguided attempt to chase our
manhood,
SHE WAS THERE . . . to rein us in,
and convince us that we were
more than our vision of ourselves.
And once we gained the wisdom
to become real men,
SHE WAS THERE . . . to help us defined
our manhood through the image of ourselves
that we saw reflected in her eyes.
So, my man,
it behooves us to educate
our young brothers
to the fact that,
“That Bitch,” and
“That Whoe,”
is our most precious
possession . . .
and we’d be lost
without her.
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