While the brothers scream at teach trying to figure out who gives the best lesson, who knows the most, and who can unlock the deep things, the family has gone to amuck.
While the brothers figure out what to call Him, sisters need to call on The Most High in whatever language we speak. Our babies are in trouble.
That's been the problem; the brothers can't agree on what to call The One Who Created us all. In the meantime, what about the children?
They argue about what day to serve him while our sons kill each other in the streets daily.
They can't figure out what to eat or not, yet our young girls lie with each as men lie with women. Teach your daughters to be women.
The brothers want to convince us that they can more than one of us when they don't even feed and clothe the first set of seed.
They want to talk about whether to read the New or the Old Testament, when from what I read, real men of God were kind and patient in both.
They want to decide whether to read the Bible or the Qur'an - yet, 1/4th of them don't really live by either one. Listen to the walls talk. Look at the faces of their wives, watch how their children play.
While they are busy screamimg at each other they are not attentive to their women nor do they direct their children. The ones closest to them feel badly most of the time.
While they are busy screamimg at each other they are not attentive to their women nor do they direct their children. The ones closest to them feel badly most of the time.
They want to spend far too much convincing each other which one is right, yet in 2011, 1/3 of our children can't even read the word.
Good night I have to on the Westside at to serve the youth who didn't find a place to rest tonight because their parents didn't provide it
Correction. I have to serve the ANGRY youth who didn't find a place to rest tonight because their fathers didn't provide it.
The next day I’ll be on the Southside to serve the youth who didn’t eat at all yesterday because their mother was too busy getting in her “me” time.
I need to stop slammin the brothers, because sisters ain't right either. More and more I never thought I'd see the day when sisters didn’t nurture their offspring.
Yes, the scripture said our young men would be hidden in prison houses but it didn't tell you to push them into those doors with your neglect or your abuse.
Got an idea, every MAN hit the street, grab just ONE boy by the collar mentor him, feed him, smile at him, and teach him to read that holy book you scream so much about, but be sure to teach them to do as you say not as you do. Problem solved.
It will be time to flee and they won’t know it because they’ll be so busy screaming at each other.
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