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"CEASE FIRE"
I can't do this I won't do this This isn't war no more conflicts no more ammunition no smell of napalm I'm not the enemy stop ambushing like the Vietcong. Cease fire, please you're not Hitler this isn't Nazi Germany spare me the Blitzkrieg understand and see you're not at war with me It's been conceived by mutual enemies deceived us into being allies and friends but played us and enslaved us in the end. Dividing us to categories young and old house and field Negroes male and female whitewashing our stories So I must appeal this isn't war but we're casualties and we need to heal find our way back to love becoming proud to beg to lay your weapon down calling a truce... we both endure brutality and abuse. Due to enemy's use of tactics to keep us separated buried in trenches confined war bunkers with barb wired fences shooting rounds of insults and nasty epithets toward each other mounting battling lines in the sand keeping us arms length using divide and conquer neutralizing our strengths and maintaining the upper hand. Had us fooled to believing their women was the ultimate prize for achieving a good life while abandoning you as lover and wife despite you gave us life. Causing resentment so u left the struggle became a feminist advocating woman's right and i'm not oppose to that fight. But things turned upside down they mislead to thinking I'm the one who brought you down and some took the bait wanting to escape the environment we both create wanting to integrate based what our enemy instigate. Adversarial nature contaminate our souls as hostilities grows like J Edgar Hoover's cointelpro tapping to worst instinct and egos. "Niggas ain't shit" and "I hate that black bitch" become war cries military fatigues nuclear power submarines strategic launch codes compromised and ready to turn the key dawning war paint sealing our fate. I'm not denying problems but the venom we spew damn sure wont solve them especially originating from poisonous snakes we allowed to slither our garden. Yes, our scars run deep all resentment flowing in creeks of discontent witnessing Willie Lynch effect house ran single mothers divorce rate up 60 percent so this isn't a war but we're in state of emergency and there's sense of urgency. Time eradicate destructive behaviors domestic dispute broken homes accepting their god as our savior. We must come home to reclaim our throne to unify side by side but first I must take this opportunity to apologize I'm truly sorry for the times we weren't there. and I hope u can take responsibility for downgrading our manhood like we exploited your womanhood it's only fair. It's not pointing finger or placing blames but cleansing ourselves from residual bitterness in order to put an end to our enemies reign. Because this isn't war but we can do better strong communication is the key to our salvation knowing our history unlocking the mysteries and extricating the misery. So, Black Woman Sistahs Goddess Queen please....cease fire I'm waving red, black and green flag I won't fight you it's finished but our need for reconciliation is dire. We must rebuild trust but we can't do it alone Like Baba John Henrik Clark stated "it's either going to be both us or none of us. So let's work for peace strive for peace rise for peace and die for peace and Heed Jill Scott I wont fight you because I need you. WE NEED EACH OTHER. Copyright 2015 R.M. All Rights Reserved.
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