Voice And Arm by M. Jackson

Most essential blessings, through provided grace by gravity and math. Not limited too blindly on the focus of religion, b.u.t direly aimed at the righteous perspective and empathy of my fellow Brothers (the Arm). My Black Diamonds out there in the concrete, Sisters (the Voice). Be as it may, situations arise as majority annointed have succumbed to the reality, that the American Dream is ultimately the American Nightmare. Myself included, no exception to the rule. Like so many before me. In a time when sexes race to mix, and the attack on urban safety and choice burdens the elderly heart. The man, original and decreed will always remain his rightful position. The Arm. Whereas contrary to popular trend and fad, the strength of comfort, direction and to build and protect. Has been placed in the back of the conscious closet like an old button up. There's no more enchanting than the "Voice" of Blackwomen. Her words speak dreams and admirations, at times when positions don't seem pivotal. The problem is we (the Arm) have failed to listen to the candor of her tone. Failed to seek the melody of her treble. How far away have we strayed when we ignore the "Voice" that spoke console to the lyfe of our young in abscence of our presence. We the "Arm", need to get back to our strength. Rebuild the muscles that once clenched the righteous Black fist. Get back the respect we have leased to the confession and settle of the same sex virus that subconsciously infects the mind of our young. For too long we have asked the "Voice" to hinder to our catfish like survival for steriod of lyfe, giving praise to the dead presidents that don't deserve it. Our Voice has the divine tendency to speak things into existence. Her, the Voice, is a keen reflection what we've taught her. The neglect she has endured. Speaking from vision and perspective, wordlessly, b.u.t in action, from a million or more "Arms". Still strong and capable. Outstretching to the free availibility of presence. Asking the universe to get back to it's understanding. Honor your "Voice", and excercise your "Arm".