See What I See
They missguide our young. They tear apart our neighborhoodz. They kill us at young agez. They give drugs to our youth and give them gunz to kill each other with. Do you not see the revelation of the prophecy? They destroy our communitiez, leaving us vulnerable to senseless actz of violence. The KKK Opz kill our blaq kingz and queenz, giving their families no signs of signs of Justice. Why are we so oblivious to this torture. Why are we so out of fuckin’ disorder? My Blaq bretheren would rather rob and kill the dope man for $20,000 and a couple pounds of meth versus going out to find a job. My blaq sisters would rather post up on the hoe-stroll, selling their bodies for a couple hundred dollars, versus dreading my hair or babysitting. I’m fed up with the blaq-on-blaq crimez. Negro’z turning into nigga’z. N.E.G.R.O.S.: “N” means I will never give up on my own kind. N.E.G.R.O.S.: “E” means that we are empowered by our originz. N.E.G.R.O.S.: “G” means only the blaq godz can judge me. So who are you to judge? N.E.G.R.O.S.: “R” means remember the rebellion and revolution of the innocent and fallen lives like Nat Turner and Trayvon Martin. N.E.G.R.O.S.: “O” means the oppressors will never win against the power of the blaq man or the beauty of the blaq woman. N.E.G.R.O.S.: “S” means the segregation and separation we struggled to destroy. What did Doc King get assassinated? Why did Rosa Parkz refuse to give up her seat to that white man on that bus? Did Nat Turner rebel against those crooked ass slave masters in vain? All for nothing? Was Harriet Tubman’s freeing of the slaves for no reason at all? Blaq soldiers slain in the Civil War and forgotten. Blaq children abandoned by their mother and thrown into a nearby dumpster outside of their apartment build. Young blaq kingz selling drugz to their motherz only to find her strung out or dead; eyes rollin’ in the back of her head because she OD’d, needle still stuck in her arm. Young blaq queenz being raped by their own blaq brotha’z. Who are we really? Are we some sort of animalz? The tribez of Africa selling are blaq kingz and queenz for guns and ammunition. They say blaq livez matter. But don’t they all? Blinded by colorz within gangz and organizationz. Beefin’ with a rival gang for reasons we don’t even know about. When will we become cognizant of the shit we go through? Answer this: what the fuck did our ancestors die for? Grab a book and not a gun. Go get a job and don’t sell drugz. Go kill a microphone and not other blaq man. Learn about your origins and not how to cook dope. Like queenz, don’t show ya body and ya booty. Show ya beauty. Young blaq kingz don’t follow anybody!! Lead everybody!! At the end of the day you’re still going to be blaq. Are you a nigga or a negro? Are you with me or against me? Blaq men are supposed to be the strength for our blaq queenz when they can’t take this world and it’s stress on their shoulders by themselves. Our blaq queenz are supposed to be blaq menz backbonez. Or spinal columns and support system / structure to keep us standing. We are a disgraced race within itself. Killing off what could be a future blaq doctorz, future blaq lawyerz, and future blaq businessmen and women. They “Trumped” the world and made a mockery of Obama’z legacy. Another blaq man. Why did Frederick Douglass discover the Underground Railroad and lead slave rebellion, if hundreds of years later, our race would trick ourselves right back into slavery in a fuckin’ prison cell, better known as modern-day enslavement. I hate when my brotha’z refer to themselves as real niggaz!! A real nigga, since that’s what young blaq men pronounce, proclaim, and broadcast yourselves as, and when broken down and dissected into the lowest terms, is a bona fide, true, natural, and authentically ignorant person. But ignorance is bliss because we choose to be ignorant. In this world our race is hypnotized and entranced by being deaf, dumb, and blind. Ignorant and uneducated. Unconscious and unmindful. Mindless an unseen. Don’t hear what I’m saying. See what I’m saying. Listen means to observe and pay attention. Not hear. You analyze the shit that they have taken us through, examine the struggle for what it is, and you make your decision to rebel against their ulterior motive to destroy and annihilate the blaq race; or simply become one of them. Die blaq and proud. Don’t die like them, behind a shroud. Peace, honor, and respect.
By: Dominique “Blaq Proverb” Jenkins
Dominique “Blaq Proverb” Jenkins
March 3, 2017 / Hays State Prison Trion, GA.