No More Fight

“My people are use-sah-less. My people are sen-sah-less.”

The words to that song are on repeat in my head. And it is because, to a certain extent, I can’t disagree. I mean, how long can we hard-heartedly seek to destroy each other and not be seen as beasts of our own making, as being “use-sah-less,” as being “sen-sah-less?”

There’s something I haven’t admitted before, but I must today: I’m tired of Black people.

And this is just the beginning of that tiredassedness:

• I’m tired of their talking, talking, talking, but never doing a damn real thing to change the situation.
• I’m tired of their broken promises to each other.
• I’m tired of them lying, cheating and stealing from their own.
• I’m tired of them not patronizing Black business, but doing everything in their power to sacrifice all other groups of people out of poverty.
• I’m tired of standing next to Black women with straight synthetic weave and kinky hair roots, whose brains are wide-open spaces.
• I’m tired of Black women with loud mouths but nothing meaningful to say.
• I’m tired of the way Black people treat each other.
• I’m tired of their recalcitrant stupidity.
• I’m tired of their feigned ignorance.
• I’m tired of them begging their enemies to accept them, yet treating their brothers and sisters like shit.
• I’m tired of them ripping each other apart.
• I’m tired of our women that have no decorum or self-respect.
• I’m tired of our young boys walking around with their pants dropped to their fuckin’ knees and the oversized duck-bill hats that make them look like clowns.
• I’m tired of Black girls/women producing babies and letting the streets raise them.
• I’m tired of Black people not taking care of their business.
• I’m tired of Black men walking out on their babies, because they’re still boys themselves.
• I’m tired of Black women sleeping and procreating with manboys.
• I’m tired of Black people giving freely of their money to all the places that don’t need it and ignoring those that do.

I’m just tired. I don’t want to fight for Black people anymore, because Black people been stopped fighting for Black people. From this day forth, I concentrate my efforts only on my family and closest acquaintances. All others will have to fend for themselves–which they’ve proven they’d rather do anyway.

Woooooosahhhh . . . now, that I’ve purged those thoughts, I feel a little better. Just a little. But I know this, I can’t say that I’m any longer in the Black-saving business. That shit is hard on a person’s health, mentally and physically. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe. Just not today.