Pieces of A.N.U

I write to spill the emotions of my heart and free my mind of it's thoughts. --A.N.U

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Every time I turn on the TV or radio I hear a new way the fellas are dissin the ladies. Propaganda has you forgetting that it is these shoulders that hold you up. Forgetting that it was the strength of a woman who turned you into the strong black man that you are but I guess weak minds forget.
We are in a time where numbers can move mountains but instead we are discussing what is wrong with one another, arguing over what the other needs to be doing, and we have forgotten.
We should be going back to fighting for each other. Stop calling one another derogatory names and address by the names our parents gave, STOP making these names normal!
My sistahs I think its time we stop standing by and staying quiet— but there is a way to discuss things as well. Stop perpetuating the stereotypes and be who we really are, not video vixxens, not gold diggers, we are a women who are under appreciated and we deserve more then what the media and our own counter parts are giving us credit for- be you the one your mama and grandma raised you to be. Make him wait for you, make him court you, stand for nothing less because we deserve more.
Fellas you should remember that no matter how many lines you cross we have always been by your side. There to walk you through the trenches with you in faith. It takes life long commitment to turn this into something more, we have to be the community we want in order to see a change, but if you dissin the sistahs you can’t be fighting the power.

Every time I turn on the TV or radio I hear a new way the fellas are dissin the ladies. Propaganda has you forgetting that it is these shoulders that hold you up. Forgetting that it was the strength of a woman who turned you into the strong black man that you are but I guess weak minds forget.

We are in a time where numbers can move mountains but instead we are discussing what is wrong with one another, arguing over what the other needs to be doing, and we have forgotten.

We should be going back to fighting for each other. Stop calling one another derogatory names and address by the names our parents gave, STOP making these names normal!

My sistahs I think its time we stop standing by and staying quiet— but there is a way to discuss things as well. Stop perpetuating the stereotypes and be who we really are, not video vixxens, not gold diggers, we are a women who are under appreciated and we deserve more then what the media and our own counter parts are giving us credit for- be you the one your mama and grandma raised you to be. Make him wait for you, make him court you, stand for nothing less because we deserve more.

Fellas you should remember that no matter how many lines you cross we have always been by your side. There to walk you through the trenches with you in faith. It takes life long commitment to turn this into something more, we have to be the community we want in order to see a change, but if you dissin the sistahs you can’t be fighting the power.

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