Why Should Anyone Take Us Serious?

We wonder why our race is not taken seriously, or why sunami victims half way across the world received aid before our own people. We cry foul when we get the shaft but only when we get the shaft. We are not taken serious because we have know power. We have know power because we not only have the crab in a basket syndrome, we have settled for the stinking attitude that everybody owe us something, therefore we will take whats rightfully ours. The truth of the matter is nobody takes us serious because we can't hurt them at the poles where it counts. We have over one million african americans, men and women in prison, on probation are involved in the criminal justice system in one form or another.One million votes that cannot be counted, one million voices that cannot be heard. We were treated unfairly after katrina hit because our politicians know that we don't have the votes to make a difference during election time. Our priority should start with helping our youth to become successful. We need to teach our kids about the value of human life and school them on their heritage and why so many proud ancestors fought for what we have today in this world, this life. We need to introduce our children to God and the bible and let them read the stories of famous people of color. Most of all we need to help our kids to understand our history and maybe then will they realize how proud we should be as people and why it's important to fight for what's rightfully ours.If we want to be taken serious maybe it's time we find out why and stop being other people's reasons or excuses.Our power comes not in fighting each other but in voting at the poles. Our strength will only come in numbers, our power will build through education. If we are to be taken serious then we need to get serious.

My World

Pants hanging down, underwear showing thugs playing hard.
Not hard because they've gone through anything, hard because that nine or that forty-five makes them fill that way.
Crack heads running down white folk looking for the rock hoping to make a score that will retire them for the night.
Hookers standing on the corner not because they want to, because the white devil has a hole on their dignity and self- respect.
Buisness men lurking to find their pray that vulnerable soul that will sell themselves, man or women for ten or twenty dollars to get a fix.
I see you all standing there, I 've watch on many nights as you fall to sin.
Fall to your on hopeless desires. Be careful !
This is my world !

Crabs in A Basket

I love my race, I'm proud to be black but we are like crabs in a basket holding each other back. We dream of having more, we dream of the promise. How do we get there if our own people won't let us prosper? We have names for our own people that help in holding us back. The ones who do the dirty work for the management, stopping us from getting one. One job, One house, One loan , One promotion, One life. The life that was promise to us not by the forefathers, but by God himself. It's not totally the faults of others being the reason we don't reach our dreams, we have become our own worst enemy. If we want to blame someone for short comings maybe we need to look in the mirror.If we want to reach the promise we can know longer be like crabs in a basket.