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*BlackCity!*
Where on every corner
there is a liquor store.
And with in many a hearts
love lies no more.
Where all the dyshikis
and the Afros are gone.
No one holds up the peace
sign anymore
tell me what's wrong?
Where my sistas walk around
with a frown on their faces
I don't know whether to speak or
get the hell out of their way!
Where my brotha's call me a bitch
if I don't give them no time
Some one tell me what's wrong with
this BlackCity of mine?
No one give their
seats up to the elderly anymore.
On the bus they make a fuss
cussing loud embarrassing us.
You, he, she, they
whose skin is like mine
BlackCity wuz up?
Do you remember the time?
When we use to
love eachother
have faith in eachother
fight
march
pray
and get on our knees
for one another?
Now if you believe
in the revolution
you best get up
or sit down.
Otherwise, BlackCity's gonna
end up being a 'ghost' town.
Now when you see me
you see love
that's deep with in myself
BlackCity as long as I got that
I don't need nothing else.
Peace*
2003© Bev Mba
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