Dear Black Man

Dear Black Man,

I hope this reaches you in great spirits, like the ones of your fathers

They built roads over the bones

that we use to travel over everyday

And now we rush to the plantations,

except they got computers now,

We facebook you, like you’re far away from the land that they took you!

And your kids are grown now

And it seems they forgot

They once called me God when I nurtured them from my breast

That you lust when you see me, hips spread like the ocean,

That they dragged your Queen over, shackled her in chains and collars and now your sons won’t bother

Left us raising Kings on our own

Praying the streets don’t suck him in, auction him off on them blocks he stands on

Everyday I shed tears for you I recall when you were royal

When you would die for your Queen

The children revered your every step,

 and it’s like we have nothing left

But we still make due

True, we sided with the devil he gives us bread and cheese to fight the hunger

It’s no wonder why we’re here

Still, like deep waters that holds the souls of our mothers

We conjure them when we face hard times

and honor them when we awaken but most of us are still asleep

And we’re carrying this load but our knees are getting weak, been slaving all week!

With your babies on our hips

No sleep at night when you’re gone

No forehead kisses, just wishes of you being there when it storms

And being there when its sunny

We miss you Black man, and your warrior stance

And we would have broken the steel bars if given the chance!

Beheaded the system but our machetes weren’t sharp

And I would give you my heart if I thought yours would stop beating

And I know you’re not beaten, not defeated or overcome

We just need you to come home so you can see the God in you

Streets got you blinded; a foot on your neck

Deck of cards stacked against you, the try hard to fence you in

Penitentiary filled

They said every 28 hours one of our sons are killed

And every day one of our daughters are raped

Left dead and forgotten,

rotten corpses and strange fruit.

Can’t you see the truth?

Nothing is ever what it seems

And the ancestors march with us, they assured me in my dreams

But we need you black man!

Sincerely,

 Your Black Queen

-Hatshepsut Amun Re