Young Blackman

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    Young Blackman

           

     

                             

     

     

                                       YOUNG BLACKMAN

     

    As I sit here thinking of tomorrows dreams. I am wondering will I be here to see another day. Being a young Blackman, who has been down for many long years? I took a hard look at history and I wonder why our fathers left us alone.

    Old Blackman, why didn’t you teach your sons and your daughters about the real world and what it has in stored for them?

    The power base in the black family has and always will be the black woman. The endangered Blackman and you’re wondering why we have so many prisons and the majority confined are young black men.  Black women are looking for their Blackman to stand up and be a man. Now the black woman is looking for Mr. Right, she can’t find him because he is lost dead or in prison.

    Why is that, it’s because our black men are doing drugs and they are unemployed have no skills, don’t have a good education. Low self esteem and basically just don’t give a dam about anyone or anything. Then you have the Blackman who goes both ways and steadily killing off the black women with the gift that keeps on giving.

    Anybody can make a baby, but the true test is can you be a man and take care of what you brought into this world.

    Young Blackman, you’re boasting about how many children you have. Then you ask the question what you are doing to take care of them. There you are Blackman sitting in prison doing time and you’re wondering why. Here is the sad part of it all young Blackman you’re looking for support. You miss used it and abused it. In the mean time your killing those who gave you birth.

    Here you are young Blackman calling mama and daddy and family and friends, trying to get some money from them to put on your financial account while you’re doing time in the place you call home prison.

    Young Blackman, do you understand why those you love have to show you tough love. When you break it down and you are looking at the bars of the University of Hard Knocks and you’re doing hard time. While you were living the street life, you thought you had game when you were out their running all kinds of scams and games, hustling anybody that you can. Do you understand, young Blackman, why you are doing time?

    Now you’re doing time, you have to learn a new game of survival.

    This game can be very dangerous as well as fatal. That means for every action theirs a reaction. In this setting it’s different from the street. About this new deadly game you are now playing a game of no love it’s only a game of slow death. You have people in here who have earned P.H.D. in crime. They really know the game and you ask why? They are the O.G. (lifers) should he take you under his wing, he may teach you how to survive in this place they call prison. Meaning, you make the time work for you, if you don’t understand doing time, its best you stay the hell out of the prison system if you can’t do the time.

    Young Blackman and Blackman, stop blaming someone else for the crimes you have done. That old saying is becoming like a broken record about coming from a broken home and family.

    Young Blackman, you do know the difference between right and wrong “don’t you”.  There are a lot of things that happened and we can’t explain the reason why. So much hatred young Blackman, you don’t give a dam about anybody or anything. When you see a young Blackman or a young black woman on the rise and they are doing something with their life, and your wondering why.

    The answer young Blackman, its hard and strong determination belief and a strong will to fulfill a dream. When opportunity knocks you better strike while the iron is hot. Do you understand young Blackman you may not get a second chance. Life has many ups and downs, what can one say?

    The real truth is this you can make changes for the better young Blackman. Your wondering where is the power, it’s with you young Blackman. Should you deicide to choose the street life, if you are on top of your game and you have bling bling and the next thing you know you are dead and laying in a box. Your wondering why young Blackman it’s because you don’t give a dam. That’s why doing life in a prison box or you’re doing time in your eternal box sleeping forever. Is it really worth it young Blackman? Young Blackman it’s about family and learning how to live not kill. When someone looks at you and  the next thing you know you get a gun and you shoot not given a dam young Blackman.

    When that bullet leave form the barrel of that gun, and it does not give a damn where it’s going, or whom its going to hit. Think about this young Blackman, the trigger that you just pulled and all the hell that you have unleashed on the persons you are trying to kill.

    Think about this young Blackman, those bullets they are striking the people you dearly love; and you’re the one pulling on the trigger of life or death.

    Now young Blackman, it’s your choice to live and learn, that’s the real power for the young Blackman. Your dreams can come true or they can die in a hail of bullets or in a prison cell.  Is that what you want young Blackman? Why don’t you give a dam? You better think because those you kill may be your own.

    There you are young Blackman; you are all alone living a slow death because of the choices you made. You where a young Blackman, now you are and old Blackman… waiting to die in a place you call home prison. Young Blackman, which is it going to be prison or a real life in the outside free world.

    Bullets prison or death it’s up to you to make that choice young Blackman.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    icu2 commented on Young Blackman

    10-22-2009

    You should be a minister. All this was told from the heart of someone who truly cares, and wishes more for his people. God bless you.

    quietstrom

    10/23/2009

    icu2 i want to thank you for your kind words.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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