My Love Pieces

I never write about Black History Month nor do I ever write about black people in general but something has urged me to do so. As I sit in the living room and watch The Proposal with white actress Sandra Bullock and other white actors, no starring black roles; my mother sits in her room and watches The Lena Baker Story: the movie. Ever since I was younger, I never wanted to watch movies about Civil Rights or movies about slaves and such. Why? For the fear that I will grow up and hate whites; which I don't however, I have found myself often wondering and asking myself: Who the hell told them (whites) they were so great? Who the hell told them to treat Blacks like dirt and have no respect for us? Who they hell told them that they superior to all mankind? Who? And now the question is When? When will black people and other people of color realize their worth and value? I could sit down and watch Roots, and go in the room to watch the Lena Baker movie but all it will do is cause me to l

I feel like ish.... Shhhh...... I feel like crying... I want a tear to fall Down my cheek and off my chin And maybe just maybe It will land on something strong enough to handle it You wanna know what all is in my tears? Backed up emotions that were never let out Old memories from times that have past The hate and anger from a couple months of never letting go The broken heart that hasn't been put back together The body that will never be the same The ringing in the ears from all the shit you said The bruised fists from all the brick walls Times when I thought it couldn't get any worse and then it did Lonely nights just wishing I had an ear or just a shoulder or an arm... Memories of the good, the bad and the what was I thinking All of this is in MY tears... I've cried so much that it hurts to cry My tears are tearing through my lids Burning to get out Of the eyes that have seen heartache Even when they are shut Then the dreams come alive... Tears flowing down the river of m