Poetry!

 okay QB's i loooove this poem!! I hope you can read and understand what he is saying.. its DEEP!

	You judge a woman by the length of her skirt, by the way she walks, talks, looks, and acts; by the color of her skin you judge and will call her "bitch!" "Black bitch!" if she doesn't answer your: "Hey baby, whatcha gonna say to a man." You judge a woman by the job she holds, by the number of children she's had, by the number of digits on her check; by the many men she may have lain with and wonder what jive murphy you'll run on her this time. You tell a woman every poetic love line you can think of, then like the desperate needle of a strung out junkie you plunge into her veins, travel wild through her blood, confuse her mind, make her hate and be cold to the men to come, destroying the thread of calm she held. You judge a woman by what she can do for you alone but there's no need for slaves to have slaves. You judge a woman by impressions you think you've made. Ask and she gives, take without asking, beat on her and she'll obey, throw her name up and down the streets like some loose whistle -- knowing her neighbors will talk. Her friends will chew her name. Her family's blood will run loose like a broken creek. And when you're gone, a woman is left healing her wounds alone. But we so called men, we so called brothers wonder why it's so hard to love our women when we're about loving them the way america loves us.

 

 For my Beautiful Little Queen Bee's!

 

THE ANTISEMANTICIST by Everett Hoagland

 

honeystain…
the rhetoricians of blackness
matters me not
we are black
and you are beautiful

it matters me not whether
your breasts are American pumpkin or
African gourds
they are full and you are beautiful

it matters me not be your belly
black or brown
it is soft and you are beautiful

it matters me not be your buttocks
bourgeois or "grass roots"
they are good
and you are beautiful

it matters me not if your bread loaf
thighs are Negro or Afro-American
they are round and so ripe
and you are so beautiful

it matters not whether it is
Victoria falls within your orgasms
instead of Niagara

there is little definition I need
indeed
it matters only that there is
black power
in your loving

this I know
you are beautiful
you are beautiful beyond reference
you are the night interpreted
you are
you...