Mentality for Sale

Mentality for Sale

A Poem by passion

Righteous speakers

and preachers

telling me not to drink and smoke

while they sniffin coke

askin me if they can buy a bog

like

you really askin me for a loose

and a sip of my Goose?

 

I went to church to bear my sin

but I was bearing skin

seducing you from the pulpit

distracting you from your message

now you offering me counseling

because by your own personal accounting

this is the perfect financial equation

for me to pay for my salvation?

 

advocate talking about awareness

because despair is

the new norm

so you diligently work to establish a forum

when you can't even establish a quorum

can't even get the masses assembled

but our abusers aka protectors can still make us tremble

fill us with trepidations

of them rapin' our sons who are only guilty of being our sons

only guilty of being the ones who were born into the mayhem of a fatherless home, only guilty of loving a mother who wants to be left alone only guilty of seeking love in the streets only guilty of being deceived by the glitz and glamour  of material possessions only guilty of being touched on their no-no parts when we sent them to confession...only guilty of being directionless because we, once the future, now the present, have misled them--only guilty of continuing the cycle because we don't turn to our Bibles only guilty of miseducation because instead of learning about our sexual partners we hastily procreate with them...

only guilty

of being our sons...and our daughters

who are

OUT OF ORDER

because they are guilty of trying to be like mommy who's sleeping with Tommy -- that's Miss Neighbor Lady's husband -- and Miss Neighbor Lady got a bun in the oven that's not even Uncle Tommy's but his brother Johnny's because Miss Neighbor Lady was guilty too...

She was a daughter that was out of order because her first lover was her mother's brother

guilty because in her case mama wasn't there and daddy was unaware guilty of being raised by men that only wanted to bend over lost little girls much like her

guilty of being a tease because she thought it would please her daddy and all of his mans--his right hand being her mother's brother, her first lover...she was guilty...and she still is

but now it's her kids that will be guilty

 

but back to the other daughters who are out of order and out of sorts and in and out of courts for housing, public assistance and child support

 

yes, back to they who are guilty of raising themselves because their guilty parents have put them on shelves and left them to their own devices

suffice it to say that when they did dream, they had hope for a better day and they might've overheard somebody tell them to pray or teach them to say, "Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name..."  of course they didn't get too much further because they already preferred the touch of the deacon man who was "laying hands" on her, her sistas 'n'em and her little brother sam...

 

Guilty

of buying into a mentality

that was dynamically instituted so that hope would be uprooted

buying into a mentality where no truth is

viable or valuable

buying into a mentality

sold by victims of broken dreams, broken homes, and broken hearts

sold by the hypocritical elite

the righteous speakers, the preachers, the teachers, the leaders

they got mentality for sale 

© 2009 passion


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Author's Note

passion
This is definitely an audio presentation piece but I think you'll still be able to follow the rhythm of it. Don't get caught up in the rhyme scheme because the cyclical mentality is what's important here. Enjoy! Peace and Clarity...

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BRAVA!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


Again, you have a very insightful and talented way of getting such a "hush-hush" subject out into the open. Too much of this kind of stuff happens everyday and it is sad to know that these children and adults have to live through this--most of them for the rest of their lives in misery. Again well displayed and well written. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


See? That's why I don't go to church!.......That and football.

I loved the passion(no pun) that you exude throughout. Very creative and it's definitely a spoken word piece by all accounts. I enjoyed!

Posted 15 Years Ago


that s**t is fire. to hot to f**k with. love it sis

Posted 15 Years Ago


Plenty of feeling in this. I like it.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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