by TW. Crawford
How can this be?
Hands that could have built temples and sculptures
choose to issue fractures
to our women
Our sisters, our mothers, our aunts, our nieces, our daughters
words uttered, muttered beneath scoffs
offering excuses of how she set you off
There is little she can do to endanger your life
she is not your goddamn property eventhough her title is wife.
Be warned. "A Time to Kill" was not just a show
and Tina's story was more than a video.
We, us strong black men will not ignore
screams in the night, hard lefts or hard rights
Degradation in the middle of the malls, in apartment building halls
even behind closed doors secretly you leave our women blue and purple
you can't hide forever, eventually your episodes will come full circle
You won't receive any pity from our reservoirs of compassion
and the mothers who raised you, the fathers who trained you
to them, you and all who act as you do
Forever you will be exiled, banned
no entrance into our society,
see fool, there is no soap for bloody hands