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Sista’s Battle Cry
Brotha, brotha
Where are you
When all
Is not won
Where did you run
Brotha, brotha
Where are you
My back is tired
I grow weak
Strong shoulders to lean I seek
You dodge responsibility
To your mother, your sister
Entire community
For I am them
They are me
Your absence
A hindrance
To all that could be
I held my fist high
A soldier
In the revolution
Absenteeism, desertion
Not a part of the solution
This nation developed
From the nourishment
Of my breast
Fought for equal rights
Through nonviolence
Civil unrest
When you were in jail
gambling
Or shooting that smack
In your vein
I carried you
Understanding the source
Of your pain
I hear your rhythm
The drum beat
Your heart
It’s my anthem
Though we’re apart
Do you not miss
The sway in my hips
The kiss of my full lips
The cadence in my walk
The sing song way in which I talk
Laying upon
My caramel colored skin
You feel no conviction
Of living in sin
Not your last name
But your children I carry
Am I not worthy
Not good enough to marry
Strong but weary
My spirit isn't meek
Someone submissive
Softer you seek
Our fantasies
Dreams we did share
Sitting between my muscular thighs
I groomed your kinky hair
Our sons are in darkness
Needing you as their guide
To be a man
Did you yet decide
No longer limited to
The corner brotha’s
Abandonment you choose
The famous
Educated & wealthy
We epidemically lose
Until your return
The cycle repeats
Can’t continue to blame
For our defeats
With our nuclear families
On the extinction list
Your evils
Self-interest
You must resist
No time to cry
I often pray
Though you’re complacent
Back home
You will find your way
My wisdom and strength
I lend to no other
With welcoming arms
I still wait for you brotha
Brotha, brotha
Where are you
When all
Is not won
Where did you run
Brotha, brotha
Where are you
My back is tired
I grow weak
Strong shoulders to lean I seek
Tonya J
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