Have you no shame?

For the woman who spent numerous of hours,

Pushing you pass her urethra

Excruciating pain lane on her back cocked open to deliver

A thug of your caliber,

Serving up her souls pain,

An accidental souvenir of pass love affairs,

That gifts grievance in return.

Have you no shame

Of the women that worked on her knees,

Cleaning walls, scrubbing floor, with blistered cotton-picking fingers,

Protesting for your ass to go to class.

Yet the only school you attend holds court on the block.

You’re the excuse for bullshit,

And got the nerve to get mad when a cop calls you nigga,

Put that mirror to your face and watch the reflection,

Of the unchanging reality of American life that you contributed too,

Ofays on top niggers on the bottom

You remain slain to the foundation of the bottomless pit you fell

Killing your own kind over colors you don’t own

Thanking your man for the best weed

But wont thank God for the air you breath.

I have no sympathy for symphony cop-outs

Have you no shame for the women who was the father in your life,

Yet your every prospect is a bitch or a hoe.

Stubbornly you attempt to convince me of your failed employment seeking

But pushing dope into that chicks veins get your dick hard,

As she’s cloth by sex exchange,

For her high stables the pain,

You’re just another award wining street drama

Flamed street clowning portraying to be down.

When the reality is your scared of your own reflection

Failure.

By: DeVonia Daniel

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