Where-R-U: A poem by Demetrius Hill

Where-R-U

They used to call her strong, Today that is no longer right it’s wrong;

At one time she was our foundation to our home, Now she feels like our funny bone;

She guided thousands of us to freedom in the north… Now look at the Grown Black Girl lost, V.I.P. to pay the cost;

Used to  speak Sojourner’s Truth, Today both lips are simply loose;

She refused to sit at the back of the bus:

Now she’ll strip and lap dance for a buck;

She sung I’m Black and I’m Proud for the Cause;

Now she struts around with No draws;

OH BLACK WOMAN WHERE HAVE U GONE… AND HOW IN THE HELL CAN I BRING U BACK HOME???

So U wanna know where I’ve been?

Out here in the city of sin;

While U were lifting weights in the pen, I was out here figuring out how to feed him;

Once what U left was spent, how in the hell was I suppose to pay the rent… phone, lights, heat and visit?

Shall we not forget U left me wit a few habits,

ONE was getting Dick…TWO was getting high and twisted, THREE was wearing the flyest shit, FOUR was the car note for this pretty ass whip, FIVE was rockin’ ice on my neck, ankle & wrist;

So while U’R getting educated, THREE hots and a cot for free, remember U live or die, starve or survive based on money!

OH BLACK MAN IN THAT CAGE

FILLED WIT SO MUCH RAGE,

WHEN WILL U BREAK FREE AND TAKE AWAY THIS PAIN?

Demetrius Hill

August 31, 2014

Federal Bureau of Prisons

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