Take me with you
Just watched the "Sorry Not Sorry"video on Tidal with JayZ, Nas, and DJ Khaled. It was beautiful the sound, the imagery, the lyrics, the beat all awesome.
As I'm writing this I'm practically in tears. I just ask that you take me with you. Why wouldn't you? I was with with you on the ship, I was with you in the field, I was lynched right beside you, I either hung from that tree like strange fruit or I was left with the body of my beloved in my arms. Tears of despair and fear wondering how do I go on, who will protect me, how will I raise our children. How will I face down poverty, drugs, police brutality, and mass incarceration? I am ruby bridges sixxyears old tiny walking through that giant crowd of hatred to create a path for my people. So tiny yet tasked with doing something so huge. I am Coretta and Betty left to pick up the pieces. I am Fanny Lou Hamer and Harriet Tubman and Myrlie Evers left to fight a battle against men and machines, guns, drugs, and brutal power with my corn rows, and my skirts and shiny patent leather shoes walking to a church that would soon blow up. Take me with you. Sure, take the Latino ladies, the Asians, the mixed race chicks, and the woke white chicks too. But for Gods sake take ME TOO. Take your moms and your sisters, and ex girlfriends left broken and hurting and scared. Take our cornrows and our twists and our chocolate and our hips that they all copy now.. take us too. We take you, we carry you, we cradle you, cry for you, march for you, birth you. We take your fear and anger and pain and poverty even your slaps because we get it and we refuse to lose you even sometimes being willing to lose ourselves along the way. We join you in the lion's den, willingly jump in. We take the mauling and savagery so you can have have one less scar. It may not mean much in the scope of your pain but there is no greater love than a person who would take a bullet for you; who would die beside you in the dessert before you've arrived at the promised land, the land of milk and honey. We take you with your grills and baggy pants, and felonies and tempers and complexity. We fight with you and for you. Never perfect yet perfect for each other. Take me with you
Just watched the sorry not sorry video. It was beautiful the sound, the imagery, the lyrics, the beat all awesome.
As I'm writing this I'm practically in tears. I just ask that you take me with you. Why wouldn't you? I was with with you on the ship, I was with you in the field, I was lynched right beside you, I either hung from that tree like strange fruit or I was left with the body of my beloved in my arms. Tears of despair and fear wondering how do I go on, who will protect me, how will I raise our children. How will I face down poverty, drugs, police brutality, and mass incarceration? I am Ruby Bridges, six years old tiny walking through that giant crowd of hatred to create a path for my people. So tiny yet tasked with doing something so huge. I am Coretta and Betty left to pick up the pieces. I am Fanny Lou Hamer and Harriet Tubman and Myrlie Evers left to fight a battle against men and machines, guns, drugs, and brutal power with my corn rows, and my skirts and shiny patent leather shoes walking to a church that would soon blow up. Take me with you. Sure, take the Latina ladies, the Asians, the mixed race chicks, and the woke white chicks too. But for Gods sake take ME TOO. Take your moms and your sisters, and ex girlfriends left broken and hurting and scared. Take our cornrows and our twists and our chocolate and our hips that they all copy now.. take us too. We take you, we carry you, we cradle you, cry for you, march for you, birth you. We take your fear and anger and pain and poverty even your slaps because we get it and we refuse to lose you even sometimes being willing to lose ourselves along the way. We join you in the lion's den, willingly jump in. We take the mauling and savagery so you can have one less scar. It may not mean much in the scope of your pain but there is no greater love than a person who would take a bullet for you; who would die beside you in the dessert before you've arrived at the promised land, the land of milk and honey. We take you with your grills and baggy pants, and felonies and tempers and complexity. We fight with you and for you. Never perfect yet perfect for each other. You look in the eyes of others and rightfully see their beauty, delicacy and humanity.. all their miraculous possibilities. You gaze at the mirror beside you and shatter the glass, disgusted by your image that lovingly gazes upon you hoping to be seen and loved and admired; you shatter the glass in a million pieces sweep it up and discard it. Take our kinky hair, thick bodies, chocolate skin and big lips and color them beautiful. We need you. Even when you are on your knees we seat you as kings in our hearts, take us with you.
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