black birds
I never knew that Black Birds didn’t have wings
Just as well, as I didn’t know that Black Boys didn’t have futures
I never knew how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop
Just as well, as I don’t know how much more Black blood will be spilled before we get to the center of this epidemic
All I know is these Black Birds don’t have wings….they were clipped at birth
We can’t raise sons, cuz we too busy raising soldiers
You wake up to Folgers
We wake up to gun shots and sirens and the weight of the world on our shoulders
You sit back and sip your 8-dollar cup of latte and read about us in the newspapers… we living it
You send your children off to Ivy League Colleges, while our Black birds are limited
And it’s such a shame that white privileged America will never understand the plight of these Black Birds that can’t take Flight, knowing the closest they will ever come to fly, is a fresh pair of Jordans
We are in a war and it ain’t overseas, it’s over J’s…. and they killing niggas for em
These Black Birds ain’t never seen a day of sunlight, all while you bathe in it
You bathe in rose petals and chrysanthemums, while we watch our Black Birds take blood baths
And the closest they ever come to receiving flowers, is at funerals… when they can’t even smell em
And to you these Black Birds are nothing but felons
And their future always was this….
But I’m a serve their sentences, through these sentences, while my lips bleed poetic justice
And its like, we’re in some kind of deadly contest
Cuz, For Us By Us, does not mean we must kill us, so I guess FUBU got taken outa context
These Black Birds lay nestled in projects
Killing each other for a slice of the american pie and they ain’t even get a crumb yet
Meanwhile…. You send your children off to learning institutions to pose for their school photos
While our Black Birds are posing for mug shots
Buck shot riddled bodies, shell casings become treasures and caskets become futures
These Black Birds are an endangered species and to America, they have already become extinct
To america these Black Birds are nothing but symbolisms of death and destructions, with broken wings and silenced beaks
But to me, these Black Birds are more beautiful and magical than a red tailed African Congo with wings that spread wide and proud like a peacock…. And in actuality they always had wings
They just didn’t know how to use them
-Pretty Blaq-