The Journal of an Angry Black Man

African-American, Black, Colored, Negro Why so many different names? In reality we are all ONE PEOPLE Even if we don't look the same Some say we're the original Egyptians Others claim they're Hebrew Israelites There are even Moorish Nationals But all of them are right The motherland has blessed us With such rich physical diversity Skin tones that range from dark to light Make us a rainbow of humanity We may practice different rituals Or worship in a different way But we all believe there is a God No matter if we face East or West when we pray We've never held just one religion Or lived in just one location WE are at home all around the world We are greater than any one nation What they call us now doesn't matter Names change, as time comes and goes But what's most important now is our unity Coming together so our sons and daughters know That they are heirs to many kingdoms Even further than their eyes can see And that they can be gre

If doing your job isn't your job Then what are you here to do? Why not just quit, and stay your ass home So that I won't have to look at you No one held you at gunpoint, and made you apply To become a C. O. in this jail But a career change might be an option for you If you have issues changing channels, and passing out mail Or are you just here to boss people around To help life up your low self esteem Well, I'm sorry your life didn't turn out as planned Because working here could not have been your dream It's not my fault that you hate your job You should have gotten some more education Or applied at the shipyard, became an apprentice And picked up a trade or vocation I know it's probably hard, to be who you are And at your age not know how to read or write But that's still not my fault, and keeping it real Check your fucked up attitude before coming back tonight

Bennie and Patricia combined cells and made me Buster and Bert did their best to raise me At Norcom, Alpha Chi for damn sure hazed me But all that's helped me become who I am To Nashville I went, off to Fisk for college There I studied, and people watched from the Tree of Knowledge Walked the same paths as the Ancestors and paid them homage And learned the history I'd been taught was a sham Back to the Commonwealth I came when it was time to return Still so much to do, experience, accomplish and learn There were now men to date, and there were more trees to burn But I had a goal, so I tried hard to stay on track My 20s were like the twister that took Dorothy to Oz I fell in and out of what felt like love and found that I was Poz But I was still determined that I could beat all the odds So I dug in my heels and did not look back For a few years I tried avoiding fate But eventually enrolled myself at Norfolk State The green and go