I am Pt2


copyright 2007

I am naked stripped of the layers of bullshit that tries to keep me captive I am liberated out of the filth of everyday drama I am screaming out freedom!!!!!!! I am screaming out freeedom!!!!! I am embracing my pain my insecurities of being a womb-man and embracing my struggles of being a good womb-man. I am taking my past, folding it up and sticking it in my back pocket for a rainy day. laminating it, putting it on a plaque so I can award myself on how far I've come and nailing it to the wall so I everybody else can see MY SHIT STINKS TOO!! Fuck what society says trying to define me under hateful, separative, judgmental continuing to oppose against me principles. Fuck anybody that don't have the integrity to see me as their reflection, no REAL integrity to admit that what u don't know can be a good thing, to be honest with themselves, continuing to keep that light shining. Cause maybe I don't feel like killing myself to bring u back to life.

I am hopeful that we can finally be one. But I will pick myself up, dust me off, and carry my ass to my own promise land. I am aware we all have levels of development and we r growing day by day. Our philosophies will change especially in an integrated, confused, society. I am aware that no one is prefect but to me that's a cop out for some to not want to try, not want to reflect, not want to just be. I am aware that we fall and backslide through the wilderness of self doubt, self panic (which creates irrational actions), the wilderness of self destruction, self addictions and self pity. I scream out freeedom!!!!!!! I scream out freedom!!!!!!!

I am tired and sick of being tired for real. I am happy and sometimes tired of being happy. I am aware that I must sit still, so I sit and wait. I sit and wait and everything starts to pour out my soul and my tears fall and I moan and scream out freeedom!!!!!! I cry and scream out to all of my ancestors in need of some baptism. I am crying for all my brothas without the guidance affection strength of a womb-man. To my brothas never knowing the sweet taste of true paradise through their mothers womb, to my brothas that never will. To my brothas without the guidance of a father the richness of his company, with the true ability to see their own blackness and to hold it up as the burning torch and to know where they stand, to rock the crowns with the appropriate meaning. To my brothas that never been song to sleep under the good bosom, that never taste the sweet warm milk of life and love that flows through the body creating power minds.

I am crying a river and my tears soak my soil. I am crying for my sistas not knowing their pussies are the doorway to the lotus (the ovaries) and of everything that is created. My sistas not knowing they r the keepers of the physical world and we either build it or destroy it. For not knowing we r earth and our soil must stay fertile to give back to what was giving to us, To my sistas that call each other bitches and hoes not knowing that our words have power and what we see in ourselves is what we r to become. For us not knowing that we r worth more than gold and diamonds but exceptin that our place in the world is to continue to be sold. We dress up like clowns in bright colors with feathers and smile for the minstrel show. Show massa what wez can do!!

I am crying for our ignorance in the blame game and not receiving the information that will eliminate the denial state we r in. For not wanting to plan, cultivate, put the plan into action, gather up the masses, stay committed to the damn project, and place a lifetime guaranty on our community that will last. I am crying cause we r so behind. So I stop crying sending up my voice to the universe for myself and my people that the mask shall come off, the blind fold will disappear, we will accept what we can do on our own, the time will come where u won't have time to stand in ur way. Its either now or never. No middle ground will be provided.

I am Peace