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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

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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

Missouri

We concentrate on the problem but never the solution.
Leaving things open ended, never coming to conclusions.
Big Hero 6’ing, trying to sound amazing when you are only amusing.
Thinking you’re pin pointing the issues while you’re only pointing fingers; accusing.
I need action, words mean nothing to me.
Was born in Texas, but today, I’m from Missouri.
We say we want better but do nothing to get it.
Scream we’re for the movement but when it stalls, we quit it.
Tired of listening to your spiels on the struggle when you spit it.
Because when it calls for your participation, you aren’t with it.
Brother please, you’re no activist to me.
I once lived in Virginia, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Seen and heard it all from you wannabe’s, all you do is talk.
When the path is traveled, you silently walk.
And that’s why many of you end up outlined in chalk.
Tried to run before you even crawled or walked.
All I’m saying is “wake up”, if you want to impress me.
Dallas is my city, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Wondering why I say I’m from Missouri, because it’s the show-me-state.
I don’t like chatter, it’s time for us to demonstrate.
We’ll never get anything by just debating and sitting around.
Time to physically move, putting something down.
Even when the situation is black on black, instead of black and white.
We should be ready to march, speak and sacrifice.
Actions speak louder than words, keep the talk, don’t bore me.
Until you all are ready, I’m from Missouri. Show-me!!!

– Thomas D. Payne