Still Loving Mas'sa Poem by kwane Lamb

Still Loving Mas'sa



Yes'sa walmart
yes'sa Lowe's
yes'sa kfc
yes'sa Sam's club
yes'sa MC/Donald's
yes'sa burger king
etc...

You have kelp my people...
In the slave ring...
A non-living wage...

A non-comprehensive health care...
Working for you...
While seeking help at the county hospital...

Working for you and still...
Standing in a read line...
Tears are as the days of slavery...

Still loving mas'sa...
We had jobs even then...
No! health benefits...

Nop rise in wage...
There os no turn of the page...
Pimping me and mine...

Without wasting anytime...
Is still a crime...
Over time.

Non-amercians comes to this land...
Yet I am still less...then
That woman of man...

And you america gives me...
A job when you can...
And for that...

I stand.
Still loving Mas'sa...
Some food is better then no food...

Death means no food at all...
We've build many things in this land...
And America can't call me MAN.!

And for that I stand.
Lost my arm or leg...
Eye or ear...

And we still are not fee here.
Still loving mas'sa...
Respect me for who or what I am...

A man or woman with a family...
We need a comprehensive health care...
As well as a workable living wage...

I see 'willie lynch' at work here...
In this land of the free...
America your freedom and your willie lynch...

Works agaist me.
Mas'sa Mas'sa! let us be...
We evaluate our self esteem...

To those who died and the 'Dream'...
You my review if you will...
But our families 'America' you will not kill.

If you want me...
There is a standard,
You must OBEY.

A living wage starts today.
Do us as you do to others...
Respect us and our brothers.

A gun, we will not...
Pick up, and a dance we will not do.
So I guess there is no mo' loving you.

The constitution is remarkable...
And so is 'willie lynch'
God is watching in that sense...

So now we stand...
Not with rifle in hand...
But with paper and pin.

A man now and a man then.
Respect and self-esteem...
Will give us the know how...

Like that 'Apple a Day'
Education will be the way.
Still loving mas'sa,

We will no longer has to say...
My brothers and sisters before me,
Have made us see...

How to live in america and still be free.
Short not ourtselves,
And give life to everything else.

whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com

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