Step in the shoes of men who are viewed as criminals….
Seen so generally but never as an individual…
Scrutinized without any word or action….
Lies dictate the fate of these men…
Premature accusations ridden with past fears that have no weight…
Yet they are supposed to fight a fight unseen by their own eyes…
While already seen as an enemy, nowhere to flee…
A target embedded in them since birth…
Another gangsta born to caged or slaughtered in the streets…
Few weep as the sheep could careless…
In their eyes these men don’t deserve life…
While their mom’s only sees the innocence within…
Maybe a new king or shabazz within…
Take a walk in the shoes of men who don’t know what fair is…
Shunned because of skin they had no choice to bear….
Can you see it thru their eyes…?
Take a peak…
Read between the lies…
Time has passed but where is our change?? Centuries behind due to the chains…
Yet in our history we started as kings…
Now the only thing worth chasing is fame…
or playing a simple ballgame…
The only way I won’t be looked as the same.…
If only money could change everything….
Because in their eyes we’re all the same…
Just another colored man fiending for hoes and bling…
It’s Assimilate or gain nothing…
Maybe then the target will change…
Will these men ever be loved In this world?? Or Are we born to be slain?? Extermination of the past kings and queens…
A generational genocide yet no says a thing…
It started with our leaders now all we know is pain…
Now as for my poem, when I write, I do not for the page, I write so that one day it might be spoken so some things might not flow as nicely on page. Without further ado: Little Black Boy
I am the future and the past
And I hope that I last long enough to walk my future mini Me’s to class
Hear my joyous reverberation of a newborns first laugh
Am I pray my wife with have enough class to not adorn clothing that fits in such a way that her treasures are on display
Because it doesnt take a pirate to know that are scavengers out there plotting on your booty.
I want to get rich so when i dress poor its ironic
Instead of a peak inside my socio economical closet
Hella wealthy in mental money
Authors steady making deposits
Intellectual capitol one
Whats in your wallet?
Brain waves 360 like I wrapped it in a du rag
Old neighbors turned gang bangers dont know why they mad
Im like “why” i had the same opportunity that you had
You upset because you chose the gun and I chose the book bag
Youre the reason why when I pass old ladies on the streets they clutch their clutches
Because little Twon could never get a louis vuitton without snatchin and runnin
Many have no idea how hard it is to shoot for the stars
With a fully loaded fully stocked unlocked and cocked imagination
Especially when the weapons of those around you arent aimed as high and arent so metaphorical
Hard to keep track of time when on the look for the neighborhood watch
Hard to keep my train of thought when worried about over zealous transit cops
Who pick on me because they have a quota of repremandments
And if I act up he’ll break rule six of the ten commandments
Suits worn to home going services that were purchased for interviews
There are no peaceful protest becauses everyones at the funerals
Dont let your potential go waste
Dont let your casket be your cubicle
I am the future, And I hope to honor my past before I pass.
As Always I Love You, God Loves You, LOVE YOURSELF,
Man of Madu
I have written in previous post about my love for the Black Woman, I see them all as personified art, with each curve and each follicle being a stroke of the creators paint brush, each somewhat similar but unapologetically unique at the same time. So this hits very close to home. Raised in a house with two older sisters, my Mother and Grandmother, I would never think that the pain they self imposed, whether it be a perm, or eyebrow waxing or what have you, would be so that they could go outside and be seen as an actual member of society. The mind set is so absurd, that one must jump through hoops to look “desirable” on the outside for people to want to know the beauty that resides within. This world is tainted and I want to take the time out and use my medium to let every Woman that is reading this that if no one ever told you, you were beautiful, I am saying it right now! You Are Gorgeous! I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Do not hang your head for any reason because you were made in God’s image, so walk as if you are trying to talk to him face to face and thank him for your many blessing. DO NOT EVER apologize, for your complexion, your curves or the coarseness of your hair because you are so much more than any of those things.
The media has started this facade that all Women must be a default, no one varying from the next. Ladies this is a lie and you should not stand for it. If The Almighty wanted every Woman to look the same then he would have made you that way. Embrace your insecurities, sharpen them until they transform from a shield you hide behind to a sword that you fight with. The media is not real, what you see every morning is. Focus on the “Im every Woman”s and not the “Girl You Look Good Wont You Back That Thang Up”, even though I know that one genre heavily out weighs the other. The power of Man, in a general since of all human beings, comes from inside of you so for every compliment you do not get, you give yourself one and then give one to the girl who also may not have gotten one. Kindness has always been contagious, be the stone that causes miles of ripples in the Sea.
I hate when Men say that they apologize on behalf of all Men, that is asinine. I do apologize however for the times, however few, that I made any Woman feel as if you was not the Queen that she is. I make a promise to all Women that when my kingdom begins and my Queen and I welcome our Prince into the world, from day one he will be taught respect, humility and admiration for the beauty that lies within and outside of a women. My Princess will no that Daddy thinks she is gorgeous, and the television is a make believe place and the magazines tend to pretend that, the Women that call their pages home are perfect, and at this point I will point her to a mirror so she can see first hand want perfection really is.
As Always, I Love You, God Loves You, Love Yourself,
Man of Madu
AfroMadu is using our voice to attempt to put an end to obesity in the youth as well as the African-American community. So I am going to try to preach on some Basketball Court Etiquette. With these steps you will not only be ballin but also make some good friends. Now I LOVE Basketball it is like poetry in motion to me, and I take it very seriously, as do those you will be playing with. A lot of these rules apply to any interactions with large groups so pay attention.
1. Bring Your Own Ball: If you go to a court there is a high possibility that there will already be a game in progress. Now is the time to silently plead your case for “Next”. While on the sidelines, dribble constantly, if you know some fancy stuff, show off! Now this is not a try out for an And 1 mixtape so leave all the ‘under the shirt wrap around’ nonsense at home. You look like a clown, this is serious. Personally I, just do some simple stationary crossover moves maybe a behind the back and leave it at that. Nothing is worse than trying to show off and having the ball roll into the middle of their game, you will be the wrong kind of attention.
In a business setting, you do not want to show up to a board meeting without your own pen and pad, but at the same time you do not want to show up with ALL of your gadgets because it makes you look like a douche.
2. Be Patient: The average game is played to the low teens, 11, 13, 15, but on occasion there is a game to 21 so be patient. My biggest pet peeve is someone asking me every basket what score is, while I’m trying to play D or set screens…etc. Also the rule of the ghetto is you have to win by 2, so keep that in mind while you are waiting. Make use of this time introduce yourself to everyone else waiting to hit the court because they are most likely apart of your community and who knows they might be your teammate in 10 minutes. If they are playing half court use the other half to warm up, jumpers, layups all that fun stuff.
In the real world you NEVER know who you are talking to so it is always imperative to show yourself in a positive light. At that internship anyone could be anyone. In an elevator you could be next to the window washer or the head of HR so you can not be shy.
3.Be Confident: Make it known that you got NEXT! Do not be overlooked as a spectator. You have to be sure of yourself! If they ask if you nice, you immediately answer in the affirmative. No one wants to play with someone who does not know whether or not they have talent.
If you were the Head of a company would you hire someone who was unsure of themselves, I wouldn’t.
4.No Your Limits: You have to be aware of your strengths and weaknesses. I am 5’11, so I am not going to ask for no alley oops! Also Im a somewhat big guy, so if I get the ball in the open floor, Im not going to try and cross nobody, I will pass or pull up! Also I know I’m a defender so that what I try to display the most. You have to know where you shine, so that next time you hit the court, they tell you that you have next, you don’t have to ask!
Every interviewer will ask you your strengths and weaknesses, you have NO weaknesses! You rephrase your strengths to answer the question. If you are ambitious, then your weakness is you often push yourself to your limits in order to complete multiple assignments to a level that is above average.
As Always: I Love You, God Loves You, LOVE Yourself,
Man of Madu
The barbershop. The “town hall” for most inner city African American men. Where you walk out a little sharper in every aspect of the word.
The barbershop is similar to a gathering around a fire place, or even a conference table. New stories to tell, accomplishments to share, or controversy to discuss. From the Eagles quarterback issues, to the Stand your ground law in Florida, everything is discussed in the barbershop.
Barbershops are almost like second families. This explains the guilt African American men feel when they “cheat” on their barbers. Not only do you catch up on the latest news, but you gain a relationship- a trust with someone. Putting this person in charge of the first thing a person will notice about you before you say a word. Your grooming can make or break an encounter with anyone, and for the African American male your barber is in control of that.
Not only are there discussions and haircuts taking place in the barbershop. But for young black boys some morals are gained.
When you go to a barbershop there are certain rules that you adhere to:
Rule number 1: Address the entire as shop as a whole upon arrival.
That’s includes the barbers AND people waiting for a cut. Not doing so is deemed as disrespectful. But this rule can also be transferred into the workplace, always acknowledge the presence of other people in the room. You never know who may be there.
Rule number 2: ask a SPECIFIC barber “how many he has”
Neglecting this rule can have you waiting for hours, time that could’ve easily been saved if you just clarified who you wanted to cut your hair. If you’re just sitting there quietly everyone will assume that you have already spoken to someone. This rule I learned from experience.
Rule Number 3: Be CLEAR in what type of haircut you want
Learn the types of haircuts there are to get. You just saying “yeah that’s fine” to anything can leave you looking like buckwheat for 2 weeks. This rule I’ve also learned from experience.
The 4th and final rule to ensure a positive barbershop experience is:
TIP THE BARBER!!!
If you like what a barber has done show your appreciation in your payment. Give them an incentive to want to cut your hair again. (You never know those tips can possibly determine whether they’re cutting their last head of the day or if they will be ending with you.)
If you look closely these rules resonate everyday in your life. The way you engage in conversation as you enter a room says something about your presence. Very important in job interviews. Your clarity in haircut description can also transfer into the workforce. When you need tasks completed efficiently and the way you imagined, details can ultimately get you a promotion, or get you fired.
Lastly, the tip is also a life lesson. Display your appreciation for any service you receive. A sure fire way to receive the same service a second time, or a third time. People always appreciate recognition of their good work.
To the African American man the barbershop is a pseudo-sanctuary. Life lessons are learned, opinions are formed, and beautiful relationships are built. So the next time you walk into your local barber shop let “shape-up” take on a whole new meaning.
Back in the day the community was a family. One person’s struggle was the struggle of all and one person’s triumph fell on the shoulders of all, to inspire and uplift. Now a days it seems like everyone is in it for the preservation of self. Where does that actually get you in the long run? If you make it and leave, then you are a sell out but if you make it and stay then you’re an idiot. What is the balance?
As Men, we are often the leaders, whether it be of the house or the block. We must use this power and this platform in order to build the minds of those we have influence over. Teach them that the success of another does not hinder that of his/her own. That it is possible to acknowledge that others are great without dimming their own light. That is the ultimate balance that much be reached in order to growth as groups instead of as individuals. We are quick to praise a celebrity for earning another million dollars that they might not even get a chance to spend because of the dozens on millions that preceded it, but a young man growing up in a one parent household gets a full ride to a university simply off of intellect and people assume that he stuck up because he is taking the first step in turning his humble beginning into an empire in a different zip code. Why must we encourage the complacent and crucify the driven.
Why do we envy our own but idolize the characters that act in this ongoing soap opera that overflows into every industry entitled “Money Does Buy Happiness”? This facade fueling our environment to make money by any means necessary that we may someday live a lifestyle where we too can forget the sting of a tear and the strain of a frown on our faces even if it mean that no one else can radiate in the glow of a smile. Why?
When I turn the heat on in my house, does your house get colder? When a Man exercises does that make you any fatter? A Man should be competitive and never complacent, but please do not confuse complacency with happiness, blessing are meant to be enjoyed so never overlook them.
Now once you have attained, it is now time to give back. Now a lot of people grow up humble, then by the grace of God obtain a very comfortable living, then try to feed the entire community and end up humble again. This happens because as Men we want to be the provider and we love to feel needed but what we forget is that sometimes are presence does way more than our pockets ever could. We must spend time giving back to the community in lieu of money. Money is disposable but time is precious. Help clean a neighborhood park, help coach your elementary sports teams, visit the elderly that kept you off the streets because its because of the time they gave up that you are able to give time instead of doing time. For this always be grateful. We must reciprocate love above all.
I love you, God loves you, Love Yourself,
Man of Madu
As Men, we try so hard to do things on our own and that contributes to our downfall. Success has always been and will always be a team sport. You can not climb a mountain without gear, the road to success is no smoother and no less steep.
When we fail, as all do, that is not the time to blame the system. This is the time revise your game plan and outwork your past self. The you of yesterday is your greatest opponent.
EXCUSES are no longer acceptable for lack of drive. Too many people blame not having a father growing up for the bad decisions. Personally I do not see the correlation. During my peak development as a young Man around 10-13, I lived over a 100 miles away from my father and saw him once in those three years. So I could have gotten out of control and said Im going to make long lasting bad decisions but instead, I began reading.
I knew that I did not have access to a strong Black Man, I read up on some, learning what they did as young Black Men to become great. In 7th and 8th grade when I was the only one in my class reading for recreation, I was not only reading extra thick Harry Potter books to grow my reading skills, I also was reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X . By 8th grade I was reading on a 12th grade level. Im not gassing myself, I am just giving an example of how to not become a victim of your circumstance.
Next point is EXAMPLE, we are Men, as Men we take on the role of leader. Our decisions affect those who watch us. If you go around sagging your pants and calling Women out of their names your little brother, cousin, whomever is to think that, that is what Men do. That is not acceptable. We are the mold for our youth and that responsibility must be taken seriously! There are too many kids that have been to too many funerals because their “ROLE MODELS” want to make irresponsible decisions that affect dozens.
It is never too late to succeed.
I love you, God loves you, Love yourself,
Man of Madu
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
As young people we are very easily influenced by the environment around us, which is not always a bad thing but we need to realized that every example is not to be duplicated. This is especially true when it comes to matters of the heart.
Ever since I was little, I loved, love. I loved how there was no limit to it. I could run out of food, water, friends and family but two thing I would always have was air in my lungs and love in my heart. So I take it personally when people misuse the term to justify, irrational actions.
It is not only our Queens suffering from this, but it is very prominent. Ladies you must set a line that once crossed you put your feeling to the side in exchange for your happiness. Happiness is the most important thing to society and it is ALWAYS worth fighting for. Know that you are a Queen and deserve to be treated as such. There a roughly about 3 Billion men on this planet, statically for you to stay with an “Aint-Shit” guy is madness.
But only you know your limits. I have seen many women wait too long and others wait until its too late. I pray for the eradication of the latter.
Love does not make someone stay in an unhealthy relationship, fears does. And God has not put fear in us, Man has done that. Notice I said Man and not Males, theres a difference.
I love my house to death but if it were to catch fire I would leave it in ahot second! Some of you need to get out of your burning houses.
Easiest way to know if your relationship is healthy is communication, if he/she if telling you they dont want you BELIEVE THEM! You deserve the best and dont settle for anything less!
You wouldnt trade a diamond for a stone, so why would you give your heart to someone so undeserving?
As Always; I love you, God loves you, Love yourself,
Man of Madu