Didn't want to hear the truth
tried to look the other way
had the "oh here she go" look on his face.
His Lord once sat on the throne
now he's at his feet.
Didn't want me to question his place, his faith.
Brotha been listening to voices too long in his head
they always crying the blues
while bragging about being their own gods.
Who was I,
to bring the light
to shine it on dark shadows?
His brain
washed
calling me a bitch.
His brain washed
thinking all black females like to do is argue.
Was I yelling when I brought the truth?
Did I hold my head to the side,
snap my fingers,
and cuss him out?
Black man so confused!
He don't know the difference anymore
between talking and yelling.
Brain
washed
to believe we all the same.
He thinks everyone
trying to make his life difficult.
Blames everyone
for mistakes he made.
A dark brotha
with a dark agenda
living on the dark side.
A family man who sold out a long time ago,
used to hide behind the light of "the real."
They knew he was trying too hard to fit in
that's why they let him go.
That son of a teacher ain't been praying heartfelt prayers lately.
His seat in the church collecting dust
like that big, brown book he once carried.
Spitting out past glory stories to anyone who will listen.
Leaving out the details while smiling, frowning, smiling
and frowning from one moment to the next--
Ole crazy negro!
Trying to make me believe in him.
He always lying--little ones, big ones.
You got to watch him.
Inviting folks into his circle of liars,
most not interested.
"but they got money...they'll help you..."
Caught lying again.
Nicholl McGuire
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