**BLACK SPIRITUALITY**
““Lynched”
By White’s Religions.”
A Black
Panther (P.B.C.O.C.) Network Poem By NEETTA BLACK
I had
a talk with God,
Back
when i was only ten.
One day
when over “who God was?”
My family fought again.
My great-grandmother
was from the south,
Southern
baptist through-and-through.
My grandmother
believed her bible,
The “king james version”
to be true.
My mother was “jehovah
witness”,
Which
I did not understand.
The boys
all became muslim,
And got their orders from a man.
God, entered into my mind that
day,
When
all my family had left the room.
He said
that what they’re searching for,
They’ll find it in a “tomb”.
The “jesus
story” came from there,
The “moses
story” too.
But the
words they all had twisted,
Just to fit the things men do.
A
muslim is a muslim,
At least
that’s what “Malcolm” said.
But when
he went against his own,
He suddenly wound up dead.
I looked
for a religion,
Where
the segments didn’t fight.
I looked
at christianty,
But that
began with whites.
And “king
james”, was said to be a bad man,
And he
brought Blacks grief and strife.
But on
the book that he interpreted,
Black
people base their life.
As I
laid all the puzzle out,
The veil
began to lift.
I started
with all of the pieces,
From
the pictures of the crypts.
The beginning
of the Black man,
And the
destruction of it all.
When
for the tricks of evil,
Black
men soon begin to fall.
I asked
God if there was a way,
To make
it like it was?
He said
Black men must choose to fight,
The things
the devil does.
I asked,
what could make Black men forget?
The powers
that they hid?
He said, because the devil knows
the secrets are hidden,
In the pyramids.
A
Black Panther Party (B.C.O.C.) Poem By NEETTA BLACK
12-25-1989
