Dear Society,
I am tired. I know that there has always been this intricate relationship between your direction and my hips, but there is only so much one back can stand. I realize the desperate nature of your character and its necessitated dependence on me.
However the time has come. You are no longer an infant obligated to my breasts. I sympathize that you have misplaced your ability to amuse and renew yourself, but my shift as your minstrel is done. I am retired from black face. I do not have the strength to uplift your head and maintain my own. I have folded up my desire to please, and from henceforth will no longer roll over to meet your needs.
It is okay with me if you write this off as a black woman’s attitudinal ramblings because you refuse to acknowledge the stresses you place on my shoulders. We both know it is no less than the weight of the world. You demean me while you await my direction. For lack of your own vision you mock me and mimic me in my dance. Your jealously has run rampant. I am the blame for your faults and the bare brittle back bones of your success.
My mother, Africa gave you her best strongest, brightest, boldest future, but this precious departure of her children was not to prosper you. Yet for us to grow strong and return. To pay tribute and reinforce our brothers and sisters. It is quite obvious that of this you are aware which is why you in-turn have pressed hard to maintain the relentless toil of our souls towards fruitless ventures and financial gains. You retrained our spirits and inclined our ears to your voice. Surrounded us with the sound of empty success to drown out our mothers beckoning. You released and enslaved us to the worthlessness of bottle popping and derogatory bling, flashy, priceless, worthless things.
Things that covers our mother in our sibling’s blood and yet we rejoice. Extinguish each other for a reputation. Infamous street cred but really the greatest character is to be an upstanding human being. So in an attempt to readjust my spine and stand upright in the pride of my mother; I must throw you asunder. From hence forth I will ignore your beckoning. The woes of your world are not enough to entreat me to your cause. I beseech thee, follow me as you always have. Remove yourself from lowly parasitic infestation to proud nation and stand beside me. Honor me for who I am and what I have done. Let us stand together and acknowledge each other as one; you are I, as I am you.
Humble yourself and pay tribute to mother accordingly. Disparage her no longer with your false accusations and empty hopes. Offer her your unassuming hand and gratitude that she may once again lay with you and cease to dispatch her hurricane force anger in your direction. That we three may become but one and reside peacefully. As father, holy spirit, and son remember his intentions. His incantations of love and invoke the will to be excellent.
Special thanks to @Iamprestonmitchell for allowing me to use his beautiful piece Earth Motherland to help set the #mood for this piece. Please check out his work and support his art at prestonmitchell.us
