Black Mama

Mama Black Mama the revolution you thought you won when Black Panthers were fist throwing to the sky has all but died with a few reminders carrying torches of self liberation young girl trampling youth into usetobes dying to be yesterdays little Kim now todays Nicki Minaj sisters pretending dressed up Barbies bleaching hair contact blue eyes sex seller brought to you by MTV living a lie sorry disguise for our nappy roots modern day minstrels I make no pretense blackness is my only defense I can't see china dolls scissor cutting slants smearing tanning cream to be the American dream everyone denying who they are instead of accepting what they are beautiful whatever happened to napfro beautiflow dark sweet skinglow Instead we a featured presentation of societies freak show whatever happened to mama when I grow up mama when I grow up I wanna to be like Harriet Tubman, Zora Neale Hurston, Angela Davis I wanna ba a black nationalist revolutionist she warrior sojourner is the truth I wanna be like mama Along with all the other women Black whatever happened to Saturday morning theme song beautiful women use afro sheen whatever happened to bedtime stories of the Shimmershine Queen Nikki's Poetry for our children whatever happened to all those dreams deferred nothing has change they are still rot crusted embedded in us molested soars in faces caught up in a war I got drafted to fight forgotten statistics refugees of Keegan's Blacktown which is my town I am a renegade with a mission seeking position poor people coalition dealing with kerner reports welfare no fair food stamp jokes bureaucratic hoax dollar a day exploitation emancipation does not apply does not apply... © revised 2010Lepadah