I got into a heated discussion about oppression,
right after I just rolled up for a smoke session,
A hurricane of rage filled within my rib cage, from the words spoken from a chained brain, my king-shackled, I stood there pained by hurt and shocked, by what he hadn’t learned, it burned like propane. He was insane in a membrane that needed to be unlocked.
I’ll tell you why shit got heated
Why I got heated and he told me to beat it
Why I stormed out and slammed the door
He said Gay black men were oppressed more
Like Oppression for women was cute like that bag at that store
How it’s wrong for me to say fag, but he can still call me a bitch,
But Mitch didn’t give a fuck if he was fucking Micheal instead of Gwyneth,
Like they didn’t give a fuck if Tyrone was fucking Tone, ya’ll still are respected,
Because last time I checked your great grandmothers had to wait 50 years for the 19th amendment
Just to vote,
For white men to vote on whether she should have the right to refuse to give life.
When it is not them who is sitting under the knife.
What the fuck is that?
Ladies what kind of lie are we living?!
Niggas want a chick with hair laid, so he can get laid, so he complain, and brag about how he gets paid, while we get less than that, like we not paid sixty cents less to a dollar, but we worked four times harder, four quarters and over time, just to get over six less dimes, to your dolla, yet you holla that you getting paid, to repeat the cycle of getting laid, when he’s really being used, as a tool, the money is yo massa, got him fooled, black women have it harder than you, gay or straight.
Not only are we black
We are women
We are the most policed,
Not only physically, but
PEMDAS and this ain’t even math class
We are the real second class, the double edged sword,
We can’t be too confident or like sex because we’re labeled whores
There is no her story in your history, y’all love white women, Asians, Latinas
But black men lovin black women is a mystery
There is no privilege given to being a black woman
Everyday there is an attack on Black womanhood
It’s every where around you, you just wear the hood
Of male privilege.
I need black men to use their privilege to protect their women
Pro-woman pro-taking care of yo business
But stop doing yo business on us, black women are not your porcelain thrones
For you to defecate on microphones while you degrade us in your songs.
Your girl is not your mama, we are not your sexual objects, we are not for your drama, we are not for preference after your first one rejects, we are not your doormats, we are not practice for your bats, your fists, or feet,
You must not have been introduced to God, cus it’ll be a black woman you’ll meet
Stop protecting these foreign women who aren’t protecting you, stop blaming your problems on your women and be accountable. Stand up for us for once! Ya’ll quick to hit us up for a dick suck, but when it’s time to fight back, line busy or no one pick up,
Wassup, with y’all being cowards for justice but wanna claim to be real niggas,
When you won’t even protect women who look like you, y’all hidden figures.
I get stressed when I talk about this shit,
I start having fits, and wanna end my shit,
I hope y’all learned some lessons,
Never have discussions about oppression
before smoke sessions,
And Don’t compare the two, it’s not cute
Grow some courage and overthrow the system
we can really be the change, but y’all don’t really listen.