It Has To Be Said Poem by Keith Hardeman

It has to be said.......
While brothers in the streets, lord, fighting wars earning stripes and you mean to tell me this is alright... yeah right. Alright, watch the chains fall, the shackles unbind. No longer shall we weep, the time is mine. The nation shall know, worst of all hear. The triumphant return of a real man. Black man with no fear. So hear me for what I am and all that I must be. If you not a real man, put on your best kicks time to flee. Get on the good foot for those before have failed. For all that I see those that came before me bailed, left us young brothers to languish in hell. Watching the anger swell. As my mother cried, my brother died and where were you? To busy being a 'soldier', someone should of told ya. Ain't no war in the streets, only in the home. Boy you have kids and can't pick up the phone. WRONG, Yeah I said it. Look at us black men were the hell are we headed. Our females being exploited instead of finding gods annoiting. Look at you pointing but four fingers point back. Saying 'she ain't no woman', Nigga she wearing the pants. Cooking, cleaning, working and hurting. With no one to hold console. LORD NO. Why ' man I didn't know', and thats a excuse. You knew when you was dicking and sliding taking pride in making her hips wide, belly grow, so yeah you know. But with a grown up game come grown up consequences. And consequences shall be had. Because the state of the black man. From black man to black man, BROTHER WE SAD.

Only what mine eyes see.

PART 1