Black Man!!!!!

So people if you have been following me you know that I am a progressive young man who is all about helping out his fellow brother/sister. I love anything or anyone who is about "keeping it real & right". So in my travels I've come across A Super Dope poet/writer name Tracey Renee!!! she also has a blog http://mebeinganonymous.blogspot.com/ which I frequently visit to get my daily dose of realness. So I decided to post one my favorite poems that she wrote entitled "Black Man" I just thought I would share with this....

Enjoy!!!!

Black Man...
I know you have the world on your shoulders.
The weight of society
Heavy as boulders.
Don't walk willingly into an iron cave.
State inmate number the brand of the slave.

Black Man...
Pride makes you hide pain behind your eyes
Bravado spills from your lips to replace the cries.
Still a warrior in this concrete jungle.
Respect to those who remain humble.
Fight off the urge to self-destruct.
Those who seek your destruction are out of luck.

Black Man...
I look to you when I feel weak.
In your words is where I seek.
The answers to my questions.
Your advice and suggestions.
My partner. My other.
The Earth toned brother.

Black Man...
It’s not a necessity for you to go to college
Your divine wisdom is truer knowledge.
Teach me this game called life
to watch my back for that pending knife.

Black Man …
Misunderstood.
And stripped of your good.
Erased out of history.
His essence-a mystery.
Strength beyond heaven and Earth.
Baby, I know your worth!
Even if they try to make you forget.
I remember that on the throne is where we first met.

Black Man...
I yearn to lie in your arms,
To fall victim to your charms.
When you lay next to me,
There is no place else I would rather be.
Sharing me, becoming we into a manifestation of three.
Destiny. Family.

Black Man…
I thank God for you each night in prayer.
For the time we share.
I understand that a Black Man like you is rare.
The love of a mortal man could never compare.

What comes first? The chicken or the egg?

Damn, I can't even have a peaceful dinner with my fam without being forced to conduct another sermon. The weather is beautiful. Spring is the type of female that keeps a man waiting. By being forced to wait on her I appreciate her beauty all the more. I had made plans to catch up with my dudes and Polly over dinner so we headed out to Red Lobster for some "shrimps and lobster".

The spot wasn't too crowded, various tables had various people on it but one group caught my attention. It was an older couple, dressed like they were coming from church. O.G and her man, I can't it even front like I thought they were married. My problem wasn't with them though. Also at the table were two younger women. I will guess that those females were the daughters of the older couple. Each of the younger females had a kid with them. Loud, disruptive and unruly kids. Now I am not saying that there is a problem with kids. Kids will be kids after all, there is only so much you can expect from them when you want them to sit down and behave. That’s also part of the reason you @ashylbowz, but that’s ANOTHER story. I noticed these chicks when I first sat down.

I must have known it was coming....

We ordered our food, our drinks come first. I am trying to settle into my evening and ENJOY myself. I can't though. Why? Because directly in my line of vision there was an ashy nipple peeping at me. The O.G chick's shit was so low cut that her fat bags were tipping out of the top of her bra every time she reached for more biscuits!

NOW...I am a man and I enjoy a good wardrobe malfunction every now and again. But what I don't want to see is your flat pancake flopping out your bra while I am trying to eat. The sight made me gag. (gagging noise..lol) And if the peeking nip wasn't enough to turn my stomach I look down and see that this chick got her shoes off under the table. Her feet (alligator heels) had that look like she been kicking flour up and down Flatbush Avenue.

Why do you have your bare feet on the floor of Red Lobster? That’s nasty for you. That’s nasty for me.
Once my food came, I focused on showing those shrimp a good time. I ignored them broads and tried to make the most of dinner. My dudes and me made some jokes across the table about the bird’s ova yonder. Of course they saw us looking at them and must of thought our attention meant we had some type of attraction to either one or both of them. It was a table full of dudes and maybe they thought we were feeling them. I decided to be cordial and make polite conversation; maybe old girl would get the hint if I said something.

"How old is your son?", I asked.
"He's one. Why you want 'em?", was her response. She didn't say that shit like it was a joke, either. I thought to myself Damn, she said that like she would be happy to get rid of em'. With a bored expression on her face, her titty scratching the top of the table and her feet rubbing against the dirty azz floor she continued to watch lil man tear through the place like the Tasmanian Devil.

"No, thanks. I have one child. He's three. I know how crazy they can be." My comment was part empathetic and part hint for her to wrestle that little demon to the floor and duct tape him to the table. But no dice. He continued to rip and run and so did the little girl. I thought we were done making small talk until..

"You know you should take him with you. Ain't no black man got only one kid anyway", she laughed. I didn't find shit funny about it. Let me explain to you why. I have one child and he is product of a dam near married relationship. I am not having any more kids any time soon. Not because I don't want the burden and not because I don't want to settle down with a female. I am not that dude that just puts babies in chicks because I was too drunk to get up and get a condom or didn't feel like pulling out. Planning a family is something I take very seriously. My mind, my pockets and my lifestyle have to be in synch first. By that I mean my money should be where it needs to be to support my child and the mother (oh, you think she's gonna work while she's pregnant with my seed? Nah, only if she wants too, not cuz she needs to), my pockets (no child of mines name will appear on any government begging list), my lifestyle (that means me and the mother have an understanding even though we are no together anymore, our plan, our goal, our agreement to do this thing here TOGETHER!)

I guess she didn't see the expression on my face because she kept talking. "You know Barack would want you to take care of your kids", I had to control myself before I said something disrespectful and made a scene in public.
I don't know what’s worse feeling the brunt of stereotypical ignorant azz comments like this or the ignorant azz mentally enslaved not ready for prime time players like old girl here. They eat the bullshit that society feeds us a people, and then regurgitate it back up on people like me. A brother that tries hard to do (and succeeds) at doing the right thing.

Why waste my breath? She's young and dumb and full of somebody's come apparently (yikes!!). I left it alone because I wasn't here tonight. Either way. Good food. Good drinks. Conversation with my peoples. It's the end of the night. The restaurant is clearing out. Gut stuffed, I got my buzz on, and it’s getting late. I am feeling good. We ask for the check. It was then that I noticed that the restaurant was quieter. The family at the adjacent table left. My mouth dropped at the site of the mess they left in the area they were eating in. Food and utensils, napkin bits and spilled soda on the table, chairs and floor. I really felt for the waiter, times are hard and they don't make a lot of money. So I felt mad for the dude that had to clean all that up for the tune of $1.00 tip.

We get mad when other cultures paint us to be less than human based on our counterproductive, victim hood mentality but at the same time many of us read the script and play the part willingly.

Honestly...

What comes first? The chicken or the egg?

Progressive Hatred!!!!!!

When I say Progressive Hatred I am not talking hate that starts small and grow larger. NO! What I am talking about are black folks that hate on other black folks that are doing well. Don't get what I'm saying. Grab a seat. Light up and let me explain...

I was riding the train not too long ago and overheard a young black kat spitting his opinion to his homeboy. Unfortunately for me he was yapping so loud that he drowned out my Ipod. So fuck it! I turned off my headphones and gave his words my full attention. What I heard made me wanna spin dude around in his seat and pimp Mack him across his face for the sheer stupidity of his words.

"Barack Obama doesn't represent REAL black people!"

WORD?

According to dude, Barack doesn't represent black people because he is not Black enough. Barack is not Black enough, according to THIS dude because Barack has a college degree, went to law school and had two college-educated parents.

WORD?

The unfortunate thing about this young man's point of view is that it's entirely false. U Lazy ignorant azz bastard! Anyone with a computer can Google Barack and find out that he is the product of a single mother who at one time received food stamps. The future Mr. President was racially ostracized in different environments because of the color of his skin-TRANSLATION-he was called a nigga same as the rest of us. Mr. President attended college just like I did---he received financial aid!! Shyt. Michelle told audiences all about her husband’s lack of money-he just recently paid off his education due to proceeds from his 2nd book deal!

This shyt bothered me on so many levels! I had to control myself from not butting into the conversation and setting dude straight. How stupid do you sound, right now, son? It's not so much that this guy had the details wrong about the president. That is just regular stupid. I can forgive regular stupid. What funk’s ME up about the whole thing is that dude specifically thought that having a college degree, two parents and some aspirations excludes a person from being BLACK?

Aight. So you tell me, Fam!

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE BLACK IN AMERICA?

Think about that before you answer me.

Does being BLACK ENOUGH mean that you are a project dweller that has never laid eyes on your biological father? Is being BLACK ENOUGH a guarantee that you will be either dead or a parent by the age of 18 but not a high school grad? Does being BLACK ENOUGH in America mean that you are the lowest of the low and will forever keep holding on to self defeating thoughts and non existent motivations that has caused many Blacks to live self fulfilling prophecies and become their own "MAN" that's holding them down?

What does it all mean? This whole topic takes me back to my childhood, son. I was hated on. HATED ON. They called us...

The Huxtables



I am still a little tight about that too!! For those who know me, yall know I am a pro-active dude. I wanna uplift my peoples so it pains me to get grief about the fact that my parents did the dam thing by providing a house for us to live in while also tucking a few nickels away so me and my sis could both attend college.

Now---If my memory recalls correctly us as black folks at one time in history wanted an education so badly that we opened our own universities and college specifically for US =BLACK PEOPLE! As a matter of fact, I attended a HBCU myself. And no, I didn't just waltz into the school cuz I had connections. I attended a junior college first. I learned the ropes and then transferred in. Oh, you didn't know you could do that? Yeah. You can.

REAL TALK. Why should I get grief from the likes of a Black person that chooses not to pursue any goals in life? Why?
What did my parents do that is the cause of so much hate? It's like the ignorant dude on the train talking about BAM. Blacks feels some type of way about other Blacks that carve out a progressive existence rather than buckin’ and shuckin’ and crawling through life like others? Shit, even a person crawling has the means to get up on their feet and run the race. If your fuk'd up did it ever occur to you that it might be because you CHOOSE to be fuk'd up? Don't hate on me for having just a lil bit of aspiration.

Why should I get grief because my parents bought a house? I have never lived in a project. I have no issue with the people that do live in the Pj's for whatever reason but at some point in time wasn't it part of the 'American Dream' to own your own home? If it wasn't part of the American Dream then wasn't it a smart money move to make for the tax benefit? How about owning a home meant that Dad gets a garage to sit in with his drinking buddies and a place for him to work on his car and Mom can finally have a garden all her own. What's so evil about obtaining a little patch of grass for your kids to run barefoot through? I was teased for living in a house! Someone will need to explain this to me because I still don't get it.

I caught grief for attending college. Word? Did you know that anyone could register to attend a jr. college? It doesn’t matter whether you graduated from high school or not. No matter what-they let you in the door. They had counselors and teachers that helped you as much as you wanted and needed. They get you up to speed while not letting you know that were NOT up to speed, feel me? After graduating from Jr. College, I transferred to a HBCU (Historically Black College or University for the slow folks). I can't for the life of me figure out why more young Black people don't go to college. You have nothing better to do. AND you get semi-private dorm rooms, meet other cool people, chase all the pretty girls you want, all you can eat free food, plenty of parties, drugs (especialy Chronic) if you want it, liquor all day---all on the government's dime...what’s not to like?

In exchange for the 4 year party all you gotta do is put down the blunt and the liquor, pull your meat out your current smash partner and occasionally hand in some papers and/or take a few tests. Midterms and finals come only twice a semester, son. The professors actually remind you of the test dates AND give you a handy syllabus highlighting the topics to be discussed! It's not so hard, cuz. AND once you are done with college and Mom and Dad have taken pictures and told you how proud they are of you then comes the good part.....

You can live like a Rock-Star from here on....

Why should I get grief because I rock fly gear. I wasn't born fly you know, coming up we had the basics. Don't get to thinking things weren't thin sometimes because they were. We had the cheap stuff at times. Buying a house takes focus and sacrifice after all. But once I started pulling my after college paycheck I caught up for lost time. I stay crispy and freshly dipped. Why? Cause I can afford to do so without having to worry about the Feds running up on me or how much time I might do in exchange for the opportunity to rock real GUCCI and BAPE.

Don't give me any grief because I am doing me. I am chasing my dream and running up on that bytch too. A little hard work never killed anyone. After all. What makes you think you shouldn't have to work for anything in life? Nigga, you ain't special. Don't nobody owe you nothing.

I am not sure what the American Dream means to black folks anymore. When did failure become synonymous with African American? When did hating on progress take the place of pursuing goals and reaching further? My great grandfathers back hurt from the beatings. Your great great grandmother had to watch bodies hang from trees tied with Klan rope. Obama’s ancestors wore chains and were beat with bullwhips too. In America you are free to dream and become anything you want. You don't have to share my version of my dream. But please don't hate on those of us who choose to be old fashion and make our wildest Dreams become reality.

You can only become an equal citizen if you choose to walk upright and see yourself as an equal citizen. You hate on progressive blacks because every example of our achievements goes against your internal belief that you are, indeed, inadequate. And you know what? Maybe you are inadequate. But please don't think your version of what it is to be black is the same as mine.

Don't hate...Participate.

Deuce's!!!!!!!!

The Black Man Instructions!!!!!!!!

If I had the time to sit and talk to these young kats there’s a few things I would school ‘em on.
Real talk. Our up and coming black boys have no idea of what it is to be a man. Its so much lack going on a nigga will get clowned for doing the right thing. On the flip side you got dudes making records about how glorious it is to do nothing much with the life you've been blessed with.

Since when did this get fly?

A Boy Needs a Man in his life to teach him how to be a man. If your Pops isn’t here; if he don't care; if he don't know; or if he can't help you...Don't Worry.
I GOT YOU.

I hereby present you with

The Black Man Instructions:

Be a Proud Father
Now I don't know when it became cool to not take care of your kids but these young dudes need a father. If I hear one more dude complain about his kids or say that 'his father didn’t raise him and he turned out just fine' I am go in his mouth. You come up without a father and seen your mother struggling or not struggling. Your quick to announce how you had it hard. You’re fucked up because you didn’t have your Pops around but yet you turn around and leave your kid to fend for themselves? And that’s cool? No Nigga! It's not cool. Not only should you take care of your kids. You should have the utmost pride in the fact that you are raising and being an INFLUENCE on your child's life. You have the ability to mold your child into bigger and better than you ever were. That’s some shyt to be proud of. That's some Man shit right there. Whether you with the female or not. That’s a piece of you. And while you’re at it.
Stop Having Random Children
Congratulations. You’re fuckin. Now why don't you act like a big boy and carry some condoms with you when you’re going to smash. Wet pussy is some of the best shit on Earth! That’s my word. But you don't slide up in any female that lets you slide in her raw. ARE YOU BUGGED? Do you think you’re the first one to go in like that? You really think you’re the only one who had been up in her skin to skin? Word? Is that what she said? Oh. You don't care? Do you care about the diseases? HIV, maybe? Do you care about the 9 months you might spend waiting to hear that you got another 18+ years to deal with her when she has your child? Do you care about the fact that the bitch is crazy and is going to make your life a miserable hell whether you’re the father or not? My dude, all good things come to those who wait. Find you a nice chick, wife her up on some legit shit. Keep your dick close to home if you want to smash a sidepiece. Wear a condom or two. Fuck it. Consider being faithful even. But what ever you do...stop making random babies. I am tired of looking at them at when I come ova your baby momma’s house to smash.

No Bitch Pants aka Mandex!!!!!
I am not even sure how to approach this one. I mean, we all had on gear at one time or another that looked whack as hell when you look back on it. But this isn't even about bad fashion choices. This is about MAN-ness or the lack thereof. How do I put this nicely? How do I make myself clear?
SKINNY JEANS ON STRAIGHT MEN IS WRONG. EXTRA SAGGY SKINNY JEANS IS JUST GAY.
I wonder if these young kats even realize that the saggy jeans shyt is something started in prison. If that seems cool to you then do you also realize that the prison culture is also a very homosexual culture? Ah, yeah! What’s even more interesting is that this particular style encourages all these stick skinny so-called straight men to walk around with denim pantyhose on. That’s a violation of the Man Code. It just is. Since when is it fly for a man to walk around exposing his azz? I'll tell you when. It's always been the thing to do in the gay clubs. Sagging jeans under you azz makes for easy access in them dark corners of the clubs. If you 'bump' into someone you fancy you can bump into them right on the dance floor. I’m not knocking homosexuals. Do you. At least these dudes have a reason to go outside like that. They are sending a message. That’s there way of flaunting their offerings. If your a straight dude that wants to fight when some dude makes a pass at you then what’s your excuse? Straight dudes have no business walking around showing off their azz. I see dudes in the streets that wouldn't be able to throw their hands up or run from danger if they had to. Dude would bust his azz tripping over them tight azz denim pantyhose. The excuse to wear extra baggy jeans used to be that your Long had to have some space. I guess this means you young kats don't need as much room in your pants as us grown men do. I don't know. I rock my pants with a belt, like a grown azz man should. Like my father did before me. "Pull up your pants, son", I guess you never heard those words before? Straighten your clothes. Be neat and look presentable in public. Have some pride about you. I wonder what you would say if I told you that the baggy jeans were also directly related to the Black Man being considered a 'boy' in society. Who else would walk around outside, un-kept and sloppy but a child that doesn't know any better? Bitch pants aren’t cool. Stop putting your azz on display. You never know whose checking for you. Having your drawers on display daily is making some queen somewhere very, very happy. No Homo..or are you?

Get Your Grown Man On
The bible says in 1 Corinthians 13:11 "When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things." Some of you dudes aren’t putting away your childish ways. Why do some young kats fear growing up? You live with your Mom's but complain about her rules and the lack of privacy. You can't understand why your shorty can't shake up with you. You want to go out to the clubs but you don't wanna go unless you can rock your hood attire. Fuck is wrong with you? Now that you are grown why don't you want to get out that hood scene? Meet some classy women, relax and not have to worry about whose pulling out heat in the club tonight. Seriously, did you really just wait all them years to finally be of age but you refuse to do the grown folks shyt that makes you a grown man? Word. You refuse to put on a suit, get a decent haircut or speak proper English and you are confused as to why you have a college degree but can't find a job. These same dudes complain about 'The Man' is holding them down. True. The man Is holding you down-BUT THAT MAN IS YOU! Take pride in how you look. Don't you know perception is everything? You ain't impressing nobody but some other helpless nig with the tags on your clothes. You could be using the money you spend on irrelevant gear to do so much more. Who are you impressing by telling the next man that you have $6k worth of kicks in your closet but no money for your child's day care expenses. You ain't got no place to lay your head but you got grillz that you refuse to take out your mouth. "Keeping it hood" is actually keeping it self defeating and ignorant. In order to change the game you must first be invited to play. All the education and good intentions in the world won't help you if you don't know how to package and market yourself. Don't blame that piece of paper on your failure at success. Blame your skinny, saggy jeans and Ice grill. If you refuse to change because you are 'repping your hood', Congrats. I respect a man with determination. Good luck with that while I am crisp in my *******