Motherly Pains from My Eyes
By Jameir Hines
Because of the brutality of life for a Black Man who can be killed by a Black gun being held by a black hand or hit by a stray bullet that wasn’t meant to knock the crown off his Black head,
And now she has to stand over a Black Dad in a black casket looking down at her Black Son in a black tux due to unnecessary violence,
Little Black Jr grows up without a Black Pop with only a young Black Mom who knows nothing about turning a boy into a man because all her experiences is heart ache an pain passed down from her Black Grandad all the way to her abusive Black Man,
So she beats yells an punishes her Black Child not knowing any other way to make him a tough guy who could survive in this Crazy World!
This young Black Man endures the whoopings of his undereducated poor Black Mother then goes to school becoming a bully getting in trouble and hanging with young Black hoodlums,
His Black Queen of a Mom can’t control her only son as he runs rampant on a black street that doesn’t love him,
She cries asking the Lord why as she closes her eyes trying to figure out where she went wrong until her phone rings, she looks at the unknown number,
She picks up to say hello but yet a automatic voice cuts her off telling her she has a prepaid call from jail and to push 1,
Her young Black King calls to say he may never come home due to a youthful mistaken decision caused by him and a friend,
She clutches the phone silently shedding tears trying to show her young King how to remain strong but feeling like she failed as a mom…
Damn!
“Mom”?
“Yes son”,
I would like to apologize for the pain I caused but never think you failed, I was just a lost cost.
Thinking to myself have I failed as a man?
Pain-Filled Memories of Her
By Jameir Hines
They called her a hoe because she used sex to get what she needed to survive,
No dad or mom from the addiction of drug enticement an incarceration,
Watching the women she looked up to wearing fresh clothes, driving new whips,
Only showing her that sex is a weapon for weak minded men,
She fell in love so young never seeing that its only lust an fun,
Until that man she once loved couldn’t control himself or his hands,
Deciding that beating an punching her will make her learn to fear from leaving his selfish ass,
After hearing about her past, he never looked into those bright green eyes but pass that mask of confusion while she thought about how things went so wrong,
But never asking herself “am I really that strong”?
That he has a weakness in himself she exploited so he causes her pain by using his fist and manipulation,
Then she hears my voice at a low whisper,
“You’re a beautiful Queen who deserves more”,
Forget about what people have said before you should live your life and be happy but never a fool,
Ask yaself is he really that insecure?
Mentally he’s drained from not being able to maintain a woman, so he goes after young girls fresh outta high school,
She walks through the streets aimlessly trying to find herself amongst the thick clouds as she looks to the sky,
Passing an elementary school dreaming of having her own little bundle of joy, but traumatized from losing her damn mom,
Remembering the white foam fall from her chapped lips and mouth,
Angry at her father for not being able to protect her from a unrelenting world, Now she breaks down crying,
Thinking of her best friend who was kidnapped by a monster,
She stops to turn around,
Suddenly looking to the sky to think God she’s still alive even through the pain endured from a hard life…
Visionary Problems
By Jameir Hines
His teachers tell him he’ll never be shit so he starts to believe it an begins acting out,
Starts drinking and smoking Mary Jane to escape his cluttered mind, trying to cloud out the feeling of pain,
Standing on corners selling drugs an eating junk food, constantly he feels the cold steel of his gun,
Stunned from the visions of what happened to his friend,
Thinking of his son who could easily grow up just like him,
With only his mom doing all that she can, not having a dad teach him how to be a man, His daughter turning to the streets to look for love that can’t be found,
Every two minutes he has to look around just so he won’t be the one dead on the ground, Shaking his head because he knows he can be more,
But wanting to keep portraying a image of being hardcore,
Paranoid from seeing friends betray friends, thinking “Damn this a Cray World”!
Watching how his stray bullet went through a wall and killed that little boy, Taking another innocent child away from his loving mom,
He sheds a tear without realizing what he was doing but wipes his eyes quickly before anybody could see knowing he can’t be seen as weak,
Its time we stop playing these games with our lives,
Man up, leaving the streets alone an find a job, create a home, I just can’t understand why?
But bro ya pain is the same as mine….
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