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Color Lines

Someone once asked me if I am ashamed to be Black.
I was created in Gods image, so why would I be ashamed of that?
In actual facts, Black is neither my color or my race.
I am a human being, who happens to have a brown face.
The face of that gorgeous place, where life was once created.
Were we always this feared and hated or was that emotion incubated?
I am the color of that dirt that God used to fashion us,
but all there ever see is black and thus resort to harrassin’ us.
Black is truly a mentality, a reality of how I am viewed.
A culture containing people, whom are multi-colored, toned and hued.
History has made it my identity with a certain character attached.
Just because my melanin is greater than yours,
you feel I am the bad one out of the batch.
Saint and sinner. Good and evil; all resides in our perception.
A devil comes in many colors; birthing lies and sweet deception.
How did we conceive this trite conception?
That one’s skin can be a sin while the other one denotes themselves
as being guaranteed to win?

~ Jah Soul

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The World Is Watching

When are we gonna open our eyes and realize that these mass shootings are polluting our sense of safety?
Lately it seems that Dr. Kings dream has turned into a nightmare.
Where is our love for one another? Am I not your American brother?
Same nation, different color.
And it seems that mothers now have to send their daughters to school with a rape kit, because fools are not longer seeking degrees of education.
More like degrees of molestation and manipulation.
And why do rappers and actors make more than teachers and preachers?
What you fail to invest in, you fail to manifest then.
This soil we tread on has been bled on by our ancestors and yours; so how can we abhor what seems to lie at the center of our core?
When do we finally say “no more”?
It’s time that we become blind to one another’s skin tone.
We are America, the beautiful.
Racism should have been gone.
As a free a free nation, we must do better with emancipation.
Because our segregation and subjugation is the hot topic of every conversation on every news station.
And allow me to plant another seed into your contemplation… the world is watching our lack of communication.

~ Jah Soul

Shame on you!!

Ha Ha Ha! Shame on you!!!This is too funny but still, shame on you!! 

McGraw Hill printed one of the most egregious passages I’ve read 

In the history of all my studies or education.

“The Atlantic slave trade between the 1500’s and 1800’s brought millions of workers

from Africa to the Southern United States to work on agricultural plantation”.

Shame on you!! Due to your ancestors actions, now you choose

To apologize, sympathize and ask for retractions.

You say a committee of parents, teachers, community leaders and

Administrators reviewed this book and no one was concerned or made

recommendations to correct the information.

Shame on you for not having a person with a soul for the public review.

Because if there was, that person would have screamed at least one time or maybe a few.

If a 15 year old has the social awareness to teach his mother, any person with common

Sense should’ve known this information was offensive to people of color.

Then you have the nerve to say “we do the best we can”, that may be good

Enough if you are white but it’s not good enough for the black man.

Distorting history won’t change the facts or the shame.

We were not immigrants or hired workers but hostages and slaves in name.

Immigrants come on their own accord and free will.

Our ride was free but forced; a high price paid, many died and many killed.

We never got paid or got to pick any employer on these “agricultural plantations”.

We built this land with sweat and blood without any payments or reparations.

Shame on you , McGraw Hill, for not telling what matters.

Shame on you for trying to put slavery under immigration patterns.

This black and white thing between us forever has been harsh.

But substituting immigrants for slaves is truly a farce.

It is what it is, don’t twist it…let it be.

Shame on you for not telling the truth, setting us free…

 ~DeVyne Tha Messenjah

360 Degrees of Perception

Hey Soul…
What if you were actually born a white man?
Would you still stand there like a militant rebel?
Preaching to everyone about that blue-eyed devil.
Would you still complain about black people’s pain and suffering,
or would you go on with you life like it was nothing?
Would you still be adamant about our black President
or would your political ties lie more towards the Republican side?
Would it still have hurt your heart to see what was done to Trayvon
or would you have cared less?
Yes, that’s something to weigh on…
Right now, it’s a fact that you are pro-black
but would you still be a part of that pack if God
came and took your melanin back?
And you…
What if you were born a black man?
Would you still stand on the sidelines gazing;
while black men are experiencing police brutality,
senseless shootings and tasings?
Would you still be affected by the black man’s plight
or would you grab a megaphone and jump in to the fight?
Trying to climb out of the ghetto but never seeming to gain any traction.
Would you finally praise and appreciate the government’s affirmative action?
Would you understand the source of the black man’s anger?
Always being looked at as an animal; a permanent danger?
Everywhere you go, you draw looks of suspicion…
I bet then you would probably start paying attention…

– Jah Soul

Two Faces, One Tear

No time for shedding tears, gotta get it how we live.
Switching gears like a sports car, time to conquer all fears.
This here is the beginning, I’m sending in all the people.
The revolution will be televised; this will be the sequel.
Realize we are all equal.
Be strong and stay solid.
Stand on your square without the need to be violent.
Couldn’t remain silent; so we shout it out from our soul.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Go and take a poll.
Racism is getting old. Bigotry is so lame.
Evolution is a must, so it’s time to change the game.
Black, White, Brown and Yellow.
We all have a different face,
But there is only one species…and that’s the human race.

-Jah Soul

Where you at?

Excuse me, Kings and Kweens, but there’s something that I need to speak on that has been weighing heavy on my heart. I’ve been watching the events unfold in Ferguson, Missouri, as most of you probably have. If you’re out of the loop, allow Jah to catch you up.
A young black man, Michael Brown, was shot and killed after a confrontation with a police officer. This is a highly sensitive matter due to the previous deaths of Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Oscar Grant and Sean Bell. They were all shot and killed by Caucasian men, some being police officers. Ferguson was the first city to respond to the killings by protesting and rioting in the streets, but I have some feelings about all of this that I would like to share with all of you.
I agree that the deaths of these young men are horrible, but the truth is that young black men kill each other in greater numbers, at a much higher rate, and also for far less reasons than these travesties I’ve just mentioned. What has me vexed about all of this is that no one riots or organizes marches in protest of these senseless murders. So, I ask all of these people that are currently standing against these crimes committed by white men, where you at?
Black men riddled a young six-year-old girl in Kansas City, Missouri with bullets when she was coming out of a store with her father. Where you at? A week later, a 10 year-old girl was killed while sitting in her living room watching television. It is believed that a person of color, driving down the street shooting up homes, caused the murder. Where you at? In Fort Worth, Texas, a grandmother and her five-year-old granddaughter was killed when a black man walked up to the granddaughters party and opened fire. Where you at? A 17-year-old high school student in Dallas, Texas was beaten and stomped to death in his front yard by a group of black men. One of perpetrators was said to be a friend of the victim. He was beat down over a petty argument. Where you at?
We seem to complain when someone of another color murders one of our own, but, we become mute and invisible when we kill one another. We must take the plank out of our own eye before taking it out of another’s eye. Meaning, we must show a concern and interest in the Black on Black violence that is decimating our communities before we complain, speak on, and protest the violence coming from outside of us. No matter how you justify it, murder is murder. We must concentrate on saving ourselves instead of killing ourselves.

Peace and Blessings,
Jah Soul

No More Complaining ~ Part 2

Some say white men taught us this schism to hate one another. I don’t know but lets check history. Before the times of Willie Lynch, we were on the motherland fighting selling our brothers, sisters, mothers, cousins…etc.… into slavery before the white man came. They only took our offer and then conquered our nation. Do we not remember Shaka and the Zulu’s? We destroyed our own people and villages before any white person gave us a hand. Hey, they just finished what we started. Let’s quit blaming the white man, we must do like Michael Jackson said and look at the man in the mirror.
Let’s quit asking for handouts and go get what we want or need. We say we want better education so we need to go get it. We say we want a future for our children, let’s build it. Let us teach our children to be more than athletes, movie stars, and entertainers. Teach them about computers, economics, literature, aerodynamics, and mathematics. Make them technicians, physicians, and dieticians.
Show them how to be architects; builders of buildings as well as builders of their lives. Stop giving them X-boxes, PS4’s and give them books and tools. What are we waiting for? Are you still waiting on your 40 acres and a mule? Really, if you were to get it, what would you do with it? Probably not a damn thing!! Knowing us, we would probably sell most of it back to the same white man we claim to hate and despise. Messing the money off on cars, clothes, and things of no value and importance. Then you will probably be blaming someone for that too. It’s time we stop complaining and start taking action.

– Thomas D. Payne

As the World Turns (Upside Down)

Subliminal mind games being skillfully played on the masses.

Bottles of barbiturates given so the minds are more like molasses.

Billboards and blow-up dolls can be found on every block and a dollop of a sexy trollop

will cause the men to flock.

Laced with lies for so long that it’s what we most expect, while morals and principals

are something we don’t respect.

Promiscuous princesses prancing around in place, waiting patiently for perverted

pedophiles to finally give chase.

Children of color dying for reasons not yet shown, being vilified like men,

although they’re not grown.

Down the rabbit hole I go. I wonder what land I’m in.

Where it’s weird to have a good heart, but cool to live in sin

and gangsta’s are continuously glorified, immortalized and praised.

So I ask the question mama, why isn’t this how I was raised?

If bad boys get all the babes, what’s the point of changing over?

Everyone around me is inebriated, so why do I remain sober?

The battle of Cain and Abel; am I my brothers keeper?

Physically we’re growing stronger, spiritually we’re growing weaker.

This world has become peculiar, a testament of times to come.

I just hope it’s some good ones left when it’s all said and done…

– Jah Soul

Rude Awakening

This poem was created by a young brother who happened to become my cell mate.  I immediately noticed his talent, but his focus and vision was unpolished.  After some meaningful conversations between us, he handed me this jewel.  I would love to share it with the Kingdom.  This young Prince goes by the name of Quala T…

It’s a cold world that we are living in, brothers killing brothers over dividends.

Our sistah’s being robbed of their innocence

and we are the ones to blame, but we act like we’re innocent.

We are supposed to be leaders, but we are followers

because we done let the street devour us.

I guess it’s all over for the Black man

and I can’t take that back. It’s reality, the facts stand…

All we know is robbery and homicide

and homie, you ain’t real if you ain’t down to ride.

Don’t we realize we’re making mama tired?

Take a look in her eyes, can’t you tell that she’s no longer inspired?

Mama, I apologize for everything, but I was hooked on fast cash and Mary Jane

and other supplements that I won’t dare to blame.

I know my father’s disappointed on the fact that I bear his name.

And we’re supposed to be our brother’s keeper…

Instead of dragging them out the water, we just pull them deeper.

Yet, we walk around like we are righteous;

pay attention to my words, common sense is priceless.

We fall victim to our circumstance, fail to use our minds

then wonder why they say we don’t deserve a chance.

They locked us up and threw away the key;

mentally, physically and emotionally they made us weak.

– Quala T