My Dearest Queens.
Mothers of all nations
The beginning of Human Civilization
Why has our weeping yet not ceased?
Has not our inner peace increased?
Freed from the bonds of slavery
But yet we’re still not free.
Mentally we remain in our own captivity.
Stereotypes become our new chains
Society the whips that beat us in subjection.
Searching for identity
While from our own people we receive nothing but,
Rejection and False affection.
Our brothers look to and depend on us to be a Good and Strong Support
But when we begin to criticize
On the detriement they cause in their lives.
And speak on things, to them
They know, in their future does not fit
Oh I’m a bitch!!!!
You want me to be there for you
But are unwilling to accept the truth
Then go on to make all the mistakes you can sustain
Hurt our hearts and cause us physical pain.
And through it all we still remain.
But can we say the same for you.
For you we become a back bone
While we still have to rely on our own.
When the burdens become too heavy,
What exactly are we suppose to do?
Who can we depend on
To help us get thru.
So I relay to My Kings,
The Fathers of Civilization
Co-procreators of all Humanity
That in order for us to succeed and be
Somewhat freed from the shackles and whips of society
We must come together
As One.