The Real American Dream

Understand your purpose. Live your life embrace your dreams, and focus; on the important things in life. Focus, on what makes you happy. Baby girls look up to that male figure in their life, but what happens when that figure becomes a figment of their imagination. What happens when the love she has for him turns into hatred because someone that brought her in this world is nowhere to be found. Instead, he’s off holding somebody else’s family down because it is more pleasing to himself.
Who can find the virtue in a woman that no longer cries, because she doesn’t feel that her tears serve any purpose? Who can find the virtue in a woman that deprives herself of love, because the most important men in her life have treated her as if she wasn’t worth it?

We haven’t been treated as queens since we were pulled off the ships. Raped of our dreams and ambitions from beatings and whips, while hoping that loose lips would have sunk the ships that my great grandmother’s great grandmother’s mother was riding on; leaving me to never exist in a history that has been long forgotten.

Who can find the virtue in a woman that has dedicated all of her years and tears to all of her kids and grandkids, while praying for her daughters that are mentally locked down or her son’s that is living a life that doesn’t serve any purpose. Her virtue, moral excellence, goodness, righteous behavior seems to be fading away. Life has become a kryptonite slowly killing her physical and mental well being.

Stress doesn’t have a complexion like situations do, because society has placed us in a jungle and except us to produce fruit from their so called land of the free and home of the brave. In my ghetto, all we see is land of the deceased and home of the slave. There’s no virtue in a woman that has fallen a victim to the streets. There’s no virtue, no peace, no sleep for a mother that has to live with the fact that her son was gunned down in the middle of some drug war or by the police. The government only sends their condolences, because to them he’s just another refugee that resides in a refugee camp, that’s built up on section 8 and Hud housing grants; guilty by social economic status. Guilty! Another black nigga out the way is what they would say, but he’s not just another nigga. He’s the baby of a mother that’s mentally in prison, because she lost virtue when her husband went to prison. He’s the son of a man that doesn’t care how he’s living. He’s the statistic that psychologist studied and wrote about. He’s that black nigga that Bill Cosby dissed; as if he knows anything about the ghetto after crack hit. Dam near every nigga around my way was slanging that shit, and little chick would turn tricks just to get a hit. Why? Because she’s been getting raped by her step pops since age 2, and when you’re down in the ghetto, people don’t show no love to you. Only a touch from God can heal you, restore you, and give you back your virtue. Help you, love you, and protect you from those that are trying to hurt you. If God be for you, it’s more than the whole world that’s against you. Can’t nobody take what a virtuous woman has been through and still produce fruit. Her wisdom is worth listening to. She’s the salt of the earth, founder of birth, king of the castle when a nigga starts trippin. She’s your cover girl model, God’s greatest invention. Leader, teacher, distributes motherly love to those who need her. And if you hungry, for show she’ll feed you. I call her my “African Queen”. Aka, the real American Dream!