Saturday morning freestyle

I have a summer bug, complete with an extremely sore throat and sinus headache. I figured I'd do something I love and maybe it'll ease the pounding in my head. It probably won't, but it'll leave me with some degree of satisfaction. I'm going to write a poem, making it up at I tap on the keys. Whatever comes up, will come out so feel me...

If it were meant to be
we'd rule the world...
women would rule the world
stamp out violence while at early morning hair appointments
eliminate greed with Asian men pampering our feet
we'd rule the world
with red garter belts full of promises from late night romps
when Mother Nature consumes and syncs us
reminding us that we are much more... PERIOD
soft skinned, full breasted, love handles and all
callin' the shots and ballin' til we fall
ladies... we know how to do it
'cause the fluid that controls our hearts
constantly overflows
we'll allow no man to be without a bowl or a home
we'd swim in affection perfectly lining the curbs
crossing our T's and living our verbs
see what I mean?
war would evolve to be
like having no ham hocks for the black eyed peas
guns would spit messages like Cupid's arrows and controlled by children
killing the ills of whatever soul broke the woman-law
we'd pump fists in solidarity and our land would be clean
equality would exist and would clearly be seen
our kids would be kids
our men would be men
our sanity would be saved and we'd die with smiles on our faces
then placed in vaults surrounded by love
and hope
and satisfaction
...if it were meant to be
women would rule the world...

Stay peace

Woman's Freedom Cry

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Woman's Freedom Cry

I am a woman
which means sometimes I'll blow shit outta proportion
and
according to you
try to control all that you do

I am a woman
which means that I'm semi-sensitive
giving in to situations
meant to live in this world
black faced
laced with lies and undeveloped cries
only to be told it's not lady-like to have my own opinion
and I'm sitting in a state of paranoia
trying to figure out who I have to take care of
myself excluded
eluded by television and radio
that tells me the ratio of black women to success
is 1 in 1000
and I'm providing housing to the next three generations

I have temptations too
to run
to leave
to bleach my skin lily white for a fair fight
to run
to leave
to straighten, dye, and fry my hair to blend in
winning stares from all men alike
but no
I fight a black woman's fight

I am a woman
which means that no man could ever understand my struggle
I must hold him and the world
yet deny myself
my wealth placed in what I could do for another
but this other has no obligation to me
He doesn't sweat my sweat
hell, he barely rubs my feet
but he's the first to laugh
under my demise and defeat
He's the first to stare
care enough to say I told you so
and turn his back on what nurtured his soul

This shit is getting real old

I am a woman
which means my anger doesn't come from being black
it comes from my brothas sitting on their black asses
and when the situation arise
refuse to take my side
refuse to understand sacrifice
rather lace up some weed
than help provide for his seed
rather run and drink with his boys
than be annoyed by my whining behind
you still expect me to be a strong woman...

That I am
because I've learned that I've long earned my spot in heaven
and regardless of what you might do
ultimately you live for you
so I gotta live for me
and if that means leaving your ass hungry a couple days out the week
cool
if that means making you wash your own clothes
cool
cause, brothas it's time
it's time for me to shine
to let my nappy fro grow
and not worry about your fingers getting caught in my tangles
to walk around in wood carved bangles
and clothes that are comfortable
to burn my bras
and let nature take its course
to divorce myself from self-sacrifice
and roll the die of life...twice
unlearn what I've been miseducated about
and shout at the top of my lungs

I AM A WOMAN

and let it be known...

By: D.J. Frazier
7.14.2000