**BLACK CONFUSION**
“How did our Black boys become girls?”
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.) Network Poem By NEETTA BLACK
How did our Black boys become girls?,
It’s occurring all over our Black world.
Their voices are becoming more high-pitched,
When they walk, some of them, have started now to “switch”.
They’re playing with dolls, like their sisters,
They get offended when they are called mister.
They still pray when they eat, but to what “god”?
The one they say made a mistake, and gave them the wrong “bod”?
Or do they pray to the other “god”, that has tricked them?
Into giving up their manhoods and kingdoms?
Into trading their places in the village,
So their minds could be raped, ravished and pillaged.
What could Blacks possibly have done to stop this?
Could some signs have arose that our Blacks missed?
Could it have been, whites adding sexual orientation?
To the Black civil rights legislation?
Did this open the door for some white men?
To raise, rape and prey on Black children?
Did this open the door for white women?
To turn little Black girls into lesbians?
Was it all part of the white’s “master plan”?
To control the offsprings of the Black man?
Did civil rights leaders fall for white men’s tricks?
Of integrating their children with white men, that were sick?
How could our Black leaders have not known?
With all of the things, to them, Black history has shown?
All of the rapes and Black child molestation,
That whites have done to the Blacks in this nation.
Why did more Blacks not fight to stop it?
They thought that gays should have the rights Blacks fought to get?
But once again Blacks proved to the whites, that Blacks are lesser,
Now Black boys have girl’s clothes in their dresser.
Now today, it’s become our Black girl’s turn,
To learn, the sick lessons Black boys learned.
Baggy pants, bald heads and big boy’s boots,
Dressing up in boy’s outfits and men’s suits.
But maybe, all hope is not lost,
Though our population, has already paid a high cost.
What is needed is Black de-integration,
And real spiritual re-conciliation.
Our daughters will again, be our princess,
If they choose to return to their senses.
Then our freedom will truly start to ring,
And our next generations, will not fall for this same things.
A Black Panther (P.B.C.O.C.) Network Poem By NEETTA BLACK