Beast Love for My Sistahs Spoken Word

Beast love for My Sistahs

“But he really loves me”

Mmm hmm…you don’t say

“he does a lot for us”

he just may

“I’m just tryin to save my faml’y”

and at what price do you pay?

“he is tryin’”

by leavin you alone every otha day?

Imma tell you what price!

Your body!

in more ways than in and out your yoni

with the milk you’re breastfeedin your babies these morals honey!

By washing their heads of common sense you should borrow

from them…

 you should gain it, so you all have a tomorrow

demand freedom, not another form of  a woman’s mental slavery

thinkin Self has to be submitted, for love to be gained

if that’s the target- hell don’t even aim

 tryin to care for yo self and kids on a po’ mans pay

allowin’ him  in and out of you, leaving who knows what in your bay

droppin in for a day, a lay, spittin’ I love you’s  and he out again

on his way

“I’ve been treated worse” you say?

Who gives a damn ?!! that means you’ll accept house play

You wanna foreva carry your broken heart’s past on a crutch

 Just because he playin the game a lil betta- I’m getting a head rush!!

Cuz he “say” he give a damn, instead of shut the hell up

And cuz every now and  then he come by,

holla at the kids and give you a feel up

Sistah getcho guts up!

You’re afraid of losing him and he’s the best you’ve eva had

don’t mean he’s the best- don’t even qualify for the test,

much less the position

It’s because you don’t know your worth and it makes my soul sad

Hell I’m  mad!!!

watchin you sitting, waiting on the petty dropplin’s of your tolerance

of the imitation of  love

hell you livin the imitation of life

hoping your boy will soon grow into  manhood

seein he aint a supporter, lover, dad, father nor friend-

he ain’t a man

can’t believe you pretennnnd-ing

to fall for his lean-trying to conceal as a stand

I’m lookin atcha bound to a quad -tied rope,

like a fiend, waiting on her next hit of dope,

even if it’s on borrowed time, and may devour your soul

jus cuz the last piece of shit was no betta than the 1st

you acceptin this cuz he roun mo often,

lilke you don’ gained surplus

stealin the rest of your joy, your power, your being

you don’t need an individual to make You!

start diving into the love of Your Inner Self!!

…the truth that You know, within the depth of Your Soul

if they ain’t for your best

You’re worth more than settlin for less

cuz you can’t expect you ain’t gon be his toy

and a boy ain’t gon’ play games with your mind-

you uphold it this way

its like a child taught no standards ….one without any rules

they do as they please…..jus as they choose

your words don’t mean a thing

 they’ve learned to play your emotions,

 like a pro on a crap table

give hugs, kisses to drown your bitchin’

flowers and candy to cover their screw ups

and you trying to think of how to butter up their burnt toast

and there you go

“It’s Ok, I know I need to better, it will get better” “We’ll be OK”

I guess you left the toast in too long,

when you were wonderin why he didn’t come home

&

Two days lata you drownin in tears

He doing shit his way, like he has for years

Same ol’ replay scratchin’ your heart

My Sistah are you ready for a raw start

Off with his ass

Find YourSelf

and a “Man” will find you

Jus cuz you been caught up with boys

and this one’s a bit better than the last

don’t give you an excuse to continue to be nobody’s ass.

It’s just a character you playin’

tryin’ to fill two roles

Ain’t a thing sweeter than the love of a Man,

who is too old to be figurin  Manhood out

waiting to seal the scratches of your heart,

from fools past

cuz He’s buried those routes

Know YourSelf

Step up into Your Inner Queendom,

you deserve more than he will ever know.

Urth Eagle

© LeTisha.Bowie 7/13/12

Our Shades of Black

Our Many Shades of Black" Lessons learned.... Dedicated to my Twin Sisters, & all of My Brothers & Sisters Granny 'Nora had a subliminal hatred for shades- she had a set of black grands' & a set of whites, which were the lighter shades, she raved; Grandma Clara's hatred for shades was so strong- she wished they were invisible..... emotions so durable, they caused divisions made, …between, her and the "Joy", of a grand-daughter's love, she so desperately craved; ….the birthing’s & deliverances of self-hatred & confusion, ingested by our babes, who ate of knowledge, before knowing they'd been fed, ...devouring words & worlds of Our Precious Elders, like fresh ripe plum, from "Big Mama's" plum tree… anticipating the ripening…. ....& breaking the flesh of the fruit of their wisdom; Their innermost knowing… that: Black we are- "All" ....and in "All" of Our families, we are: Light-skinned, yellow- bones, Red-bones, black, blue-black, Jet-black, dirty- red & copper-toned.... Cocoas & browns & almost whites.... .....name callings of many, and many by Our very own..... ....the pain, of the souls, of the left behind, …of the chosen, has & is obvious & obviously carried for lifetimes; ……in the shades of the songs, of Black Spirits…. Yet We are “One.” My mind recalls: An innocent child spoke, “I’m the light one, you’re the dark one,” and How could she have known? for she had been fed from supposedly wise ones…. …..the ones who chose the lighter shades, over the darker, yet, we are all black….we are all “one” Recalling Her sibling: An also, innocent child, who was the dark scorned, as she cradles that day, like it was her limb birthed….. …..& Grandma, who wished color, was non-existent…..One who preached, “You’re no better than your next brother or sister!” “Who do you think you are?” …..& Granny, who wrote letters, questioning the darkness of the color, of one’s own grand-child’s child… Scalding hot!!!…showers of confusion…. & mental slavery begins… in the minds of our children, who soon realize, they live(d) in a time, when…. you are better, the lighter you are…. the better you will be treat-ed, the brighter your skin…..the more quality you are of a being….. Children wishing for light-skinned babies, before they know the locus of their own beings!!! And so the downfall of our heritage goes! For the fear!! Of judgment! & the same pain of our ancestors! Fear of enduring & sharing their unshed tears, our babies hold fast, to what seems like the truth of endurance- And so ….the patterns of subconscious, negative, spiraling downward, into pits of depression goes on….. The brainwashing began, before we knew what it was…. birthed into young spirits, with the contractions of our Elders own sufferings, as subconscious mental protections….. …..they thought,….. As a means, to blend, with whom they thought were the “civilized ones” “Good-haired” “To birth lighter-skinned babies,” Maybe they wouldn’t suffer so much hatred. ….thinking back & remembering of those days & I know that I’m not alone…. ….my heart feels the division, caused among our bloodline, for causes that aren’t even our own….. I believe “They All” and “They Both,” wanted to protect us, but it was in ways of their very own; ….the ways they’d also been taught…….My Grandparents……Our Grandparents… It’s the venom of “our” own pain, fear, experiences & racism….. …with it came loss & still comes with loss ….that we adapt, fit in, and deal with it, no matter what the cost is … …losing the love of those that should be closest, at the start of a child’s lesson, that should never have been taught……. ….the expense has been & still is: “Our” Spirits, “Our” Smiles, “Our” Songs, and most of all “Our Love of Self!!” …..the cost is more expensive than any purchase…. Because venom is deadly!!! And for the most….. we vaccinate with “acceptance” (of what shouldn’t be accepted!!) It’s like treating a migraine, with a pneumonia medication- It doesn’t work!!! It’s like taking a placebo, to treat diabetes, and expecting your sugar to be regulated!!! You are pacified, not filled or cured and slowly die inside!!! We vaccinate, with accommodation, and “blending in” vs “standing in” …lovin’ Self in “Your Own Skin” & standing!!!- Just you!!!! Blending in….with the “Fly” external presentation….appearing so wonderful… “Blending” …carcass…. Dying within from the pain of the desire for freedom….the desire to just be ….wondering of the “Joy” to free yourself, of the internal bondage of Self- hatred!! ….freedom from the bondage of low self-esteem, which “we,” so many, still refuse to claim!!!! It is!!! When you believe changing who you are, to be pleas…ing…. ….for someone who could give a damn about your heart- About Your Soul…. About “You”!!!! And Internally, your dying daily… How would they know? Do you love yourself enough to search within You? To find the things that make You do what You do? I’d been told by my Grandma to, “Leave the past, in the past!!!!” But!! I’d have never known why she shed those tears at night…. if I would have just accepted it!!! and leave it!!!.....leave my people starving for themselves!!!!, ….Without a clue how to truly love Self!!! If I had just left it!!!! I never would have known why my mama cried at night, and why sometimes she still does!!!! If….If I would have left it…Just left the past in the past!!!!! If…I would have just left things alone….left them the way they were…the way they are….!!!! I never would have known why my daddy cried & drank himself sick, almost every day of his living life!!!! …………….If I had just left it!! I can’t!! My heart won’t let me, if I try!!! I am a seeker!!! A seeker of truth!!! It’s because, I love me, and It is because I love you!!! …that I can never just accept what I’ve lived through!!..... …which is nothing!! Compared to what Our Elders survived and died for!!! It’s because My Soul won’t lie still and digest, that accepting!!!, that the shades of our colors!!!... ….that the many shades that lie within Our Blackness, are divisions!!! I regurgitate the notion!!! ….that these forced wedges within & throughout us…that it is Our only way! It is not!!! It is not!!! And I refuse to accept the suggestions that “It’s just the way it is.” Well the way it is, don’t fly well in my wind!!! I’m here My Loves, to send you a message: ….that we are shades of many, hair textures of plenty and the diversity within our blackness, is what makes us unique, a one-of-a-kind, and Blessed people. There is no need to change for the likes of any others- Change for the love of You!!! Know Your history, so that You will know, that there’s more than enough reason to Love You!!! You & Me- We were created in the Glory of the Eyes of a Creator/tress, who makes no error….creating uniqueness in every single detail & shade, with pleasure!!!! I love Our Many Shades of Black, and without them, what color would the world be? Colorless. I said, without Our Many Shades, what color would the world be My Twin Sisters, My Brothers & Sisters!!? Without Natural, without kinky……there would be no curly…..there would be no wavy No. Without “You as created”…..What would this world be? It takes us all, to make this grand variety!! Straight. Colorless. You better look inside, ….let’s teach Our Children there’s nothing to hide!! There’s no reason, not to know where it all began, … otherwise, How can you heal & mend Your broken hearts? How can you teach, if you haven’t been taught? Love Yourself!!! Know Yourself!! Our Many Shades of Black are Beautiful!!!!! © LeTisha.Bowie 4/15/2012