MSBC

*Spoken Word piece*

I started off by writing down a question.

Then it dawn on me, what for, it is not like the question would be read, let alone answered.

They say the best way to hide anything from a Black Man is to write it up.

It seems as though the BLACK of a man, has been replaced with the SACK of the man.

Eroticized through the BODY of a BLACK MAN; LACKING, but recognized as a THING.

This THING: Adonis of a sexual creature with an infused muscle that makes many of us sing: My, My, My, My My, My, My, you sure look good tonight.

MSBC broadcasts his ass as though this BLACK is the delicacy of our prime.

Time will soon tell that this BLACK MAN is definitely nothing but his BODY over his mind.

For you see if a brotha would step to the mic and say:

In no way does the edification of my manifestation declares my lack of cognitive processes to interpret the eloquence of a monologue such as this in which I state to you.

Hmph, perplexed in comprehension already, I can read it through many of you. Then NOT take off my shirt, revealing my upper body but button up my shirt, fix my tie, pull up my pants, straighten out my Armani blazer and dust off my Prada boots.

Instantaneously word bubbles congest your minds and you start to put YOUR two to two together, aha! You then arrive to the conclusion that this fine, black, brotha, who takes pride in his appearance, and looks good to the eye, and talks with such articulation that sends many of you, waves crashing down your spine, making a pool of water reciprocate in-between your thighs or your fatty.

Girl what did he just say? My point exactly

You see it wasn’t until I insinuated sex that I caught your FULL attention. My SACK that is, caught YOUR attention.

There is no point for me to finish what I was going to say,

Because you pumped your breaks and came to a screeching halt when I mentioned Armani and Prada, you just knew I was GAY.

Yet, if a brotha would step to the mic and say:

Don’t get it twisted yo, my sex game is on point but a nigga know how to be on some conversating type shit. Why you think I’m talking to you- tryna get ta know you. Muscles flexing as I walk closer towards you, with my jeans sagging and my tims and just like that, I became a hershey’s kiss melting in your mouth. I grin then lick my lips as seductive as my brotha LL would and grab my sack and say “So wassup?”  The ocean has flooded your backsides sinking deep into my cosmos pull you’re lynched-hanging onto my every word.

This BLACK MAN has definitely taken over your mind; my body has suffocated your thoughts of clarity to assess the veracity of MSBC, and you just pushed your way to the front of the line to tug at my infused muscle that lay sleeping underneath its cotton tent. My words didn’t ring through, yet my very essence captivated you, and it is my body you would rather have than my mind.

Now I got you all on the edge of your seats, chill out my peoples, I’m just trying to untie- the knots that have strangled us-cutting off circulation, paralyzing our limbs from realizing our TRUE BEAUTY this time.

BLACK is beautiful that ain’t no lie, but the BLACK and BEAUTY I’m talking about comes from the character that demands attention as soon as I walk in a room. Attention of worthiness, exceptionalness, defiance, strength- the ability to make tension fall like melting butter on top of homemade biscuits- humbling ourselves as we pay homage to the GREAT BLACKS, men & women who have laid- the foundation on which we stand today.

SO FUCK MSBC, let’s get back to maintaining our roots- it don’t matter what you like my manz, you’re my brotha so you’re alright in my book. Hey my manz pull your pants up; don’t talk to the lady like that, this is the proper way of courting, pruning. Hey you need some help? Let me grab that for you, nice job my manz, keep doing what you doing, stay positive and never stay content; nourishment. Oh, and one more thing, from one brotha to anotha, I just wanna say that I love ya before I forget.

You know the good thing about all of what I’ve just said, is that I’ve never once made claims that wasn’t already in your heads. I’m just making you realize, that united we stand, and divided we fall. And I’m sure as hell getting muthafuckin tired of us dying the hell off.

I was so hesitant to say these words to you, but it seems as though we’ve enjoyed, as BROWN says, being manipudiped and screwed. But I’m here to tell you not this BLACK, FINE, STRONG, BROTHA you see. Oops did these words intimidate your ego or masculinity? If so, you’ve made my point precisely. Yet, I challenge you to get on my level and join me- educating- society, BLACK, BROTHAS, hand and hand with the backbones of our BLACK SISTAS continuing on the legacy that has been passed down to us, showcasing our BLACKNESS our UNITY our BEAUTY.

So what was this question I had written down, but was too hesitant to ask?

I really wanted to know if the intelligence, standards, and leadership abilities, are the recommendable characteristics of Historically Black Sororities and Fraternities, or does the SACK continue to dominate individualized identities posing as the real criteria of my fellow black admittees?

I fear it is the end of that latter, which makes me shake my head and say; are these really the principles of the forefathers and mothers of which these brotherhoods and sisterhoods uphold, or have they too been strangled at the roots suffocated by M.ainstream S.ociety B.roadcrasting C.odes.