I just got off from a long days work, my back was aching and my feet how they hurt, only to find my man lying around flipping channels with the remote.

Did you look for a job today; I couldn't because it rained. Well, did you work on your resume; why ain't sh$t changed. I looked at my man once thoughtful, hard working and strong but for the life of me I couldn't understand where it all went wrong.

How could he watch me be the head of the house, bread winner, both mother & father to his seeds, why he wallows in self pity about how much he doesn't feel needed.

Sitting around complaining bout how the man has brought you down, and it's been going on for four-hundred years leaving generations of tears.

Well, I have taken all I can stand to hear about the man this and the man that, when the reality is it's not the man that keeps you lying around on your back.

And I respect my ancestry I promise I do, but I'm tired of hearing slave stories about sh$t you ain't been through. You see a black man defeated is a sad pitiful sight, but I celebrate a black man achieving through hard work and sacrifice.

Because talk is cheap but taking action creates change, and if action isn't taken soon some things in my life will have to be rearranged.

I love you your my man this is honest and true, and I have sat back and allowed you to deal with some things you had to work through, but now it's time you take back your role as a man because this I can no longer do.

I'm fed up and had enough of singing the same ole song the my man blues!