Tuesday, March 1, 2016

My Brothers…. For Them

By: Ladyjo

My soul cries for my young black brothers
The weeping of my heart is overwhelming……for them
To see each day one by one they keep dropping
Victims to the streets, their souls they freely giving
To the master of hopelessness and despair
Who steals their dreams and keeps them in fear
Feeding them lies, and telling them no body cares

My soul cries for my young black brothers
The hurt within me runs deep……for them
Over taken by the pressures of this generation
Mentally believing they fresh off the plantation
Taught to cast blame on all but themselves for not being free,
Enslaved in their minds and refusing to see
That being OF this world keeps them encaged
Sad to say more than half has yet to live pass legal age
As mommas fall on her knees, begging God please
Endlessly offering up prayers
With overwhelming eyes filled with tears
Asking for one more night for her son’s life may be spared

My soul cries for my young black brothers
The spirit within me grieves……..for them
To know their vision have been lost in darkness and defeat
While they are convinced that they belong to these streets
So they accept the lies and live in fear of a future they cheat
Refusing hope, denying faith, living life incomplete
And one by one their dreams they slowly delete
Lost vision, dreamless dreams, thoughtless future
Living in the last days, heading for eternal torture
Unaware that the lion never sleeps
For their souls he consistently competes

My soul cries for my young black brothers
Rivers of tears I silently cry…..for them
To see all their potential hidden or lost
Not understanding their worth and true cost
All they do is live for the moment, living daily in earthly judgment
At night when they sleep their mind the enemy torments
Desperately wanting to fit in, to just understand the definition of their brown skin
But no matter how hard they try they still can’t win
Professors, Lawyers, Doctors, even with a PHD, their color remains their #1 sin
Ignorance caused by lack of knowledge equals feared by many
Yet all they want is to survive and earn more than just a penny
Take care of their family and live out their days with joy happily

My soul cries for my young black brothers
But, as my soul cries, my faith rise…..for them
For I know who they are, yet in my eyes they are my heroes and superstars
As they, so was I born into the same adversity, place on this land to render diversity
Battered, Conflicted, tossed back and forth
My faith in them will give them strength, love, and support
For no matter how hard the enemy tries to shackle their feet
In my heart of hearts I know they will over come and this world they will defeat
For although we’ve lost so many, millions more still live on
And still need the true nurture of a sista to help them stand strong and keep pressing on

But through all that
My soul believes in my young black brothers
My love and faith runs deep… for them
So I say to you, stand tall, head held high, and never give up or give in
With courage and strength, keep the faith, know your worth see your potential
And understand that your presence in this world is essential 

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