GRABBING MYSELF 

White folk always wonder. Why black men be grabbing, holding on to themselves.
And I bet to this day they aren’t got a fucking clue. You see you got to go back to the beginning to understand this.
In the beginning you forced yourself upon my woman.
Abusing her in the name of God and Christianity.
Delegating her to become the recipient of your rapes, your sodomy your sick ass perversion.
Taking with ferocity that what should be given freely. You had become God and Satan almighty.
Ha-ha yes but your woman she waited with the curiosity of lust.
She waited lurking in darkness to give herself to darkness.
For just as her man she was fascinated by the beauty of this new raw black sexuality.
She waited to see if the rumors of myth were true.
Waiting anticipating salivating for it’s thickness to invade her.
To make her scream with passions of lust.
Just as her husband had screamed as he poured himself into the chattel he held captive.
She waited to become orgasmic as never before.
Waiting risking death for a taste of blackness.
To get the white cream that comes from blackness to taste to suck this forbidden fruit.
For black men it was truly power, the power of black sexuality.
This grabbing, this holding on to simply a declaration of the power of black sexual manhood Any other grasping for power were simply transparent illusions.
Before we left the Motherland you started killing me to steal from me Birthrights, legacies, culture, religion, my woman, my children anything that personified my greatness.
Over the centuries you have stolen every thing.
An obsession at which you have become quite proficient.
You have stolen all but the soul of my improvisations of existing in a space of contradicting contradictions.
Your conscious is oblivious to destruction of others, to establish the fact that you are the shit.
Remembering the fact that you are a thief I thought about myth you white folk had established, You know the one once you go black you never go back.
But I figured old boy hanging low was pretty safe I then thought about the decadent and perverted society in which we live.
In terms of achieving sexual pleasure we are at an all time high.
And with the constant onslaught of the ever expanding technology of organ transplantation.
This could become a freighting situation. Hearts, livers, lungs, kidneys, intestines, pancreas, eyeballs. Shit who knows what organ is next my balls.
Besides the brain we know what the next biggest sex organ is.
So armed with that point of view I figured to your killing, stealing, taking self you would be true, It would be just a matter of time before transplant technology would shine, chop off yours and give you mine.
And once again remembering the fact that you are a thief so slick with the art of stealth stealing.
Every now and then I just gotta grab myself.
Just a grabbing and a holding and a squeezing just jacking myself up.
Just checking making sure nuts and balls still there.
You know still in one piece Now white folk that’s why I be’s grabbing myself

 

 

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