my brothers i will not tell you i will say to you no
who to love or not love
i will only say to you
that
Black women have not been
loved enough.
that
we are at war & that
Black men in america are
being removed from the
earth
like loose sand in a wind storm
and that the women Black are
three to each of us.
my brothers i will not tell you
who to love or not love
but
i will make you aware of our
self hating and hurting ways.
make you aware of whose bellies
you dropped from.
i will glue your ears to those images
you reflect which are not being
loved.
— haki r. madhubuti, my brothers. (via black-poetry)
(via vagabondaesthetics)
