The Mama Offensive
Don’t cover your eyes Mama
Let your tears spring life into the dead souls of the colonized
If you need to pray Mama
Let your prayer manifest through the your clenched fist
Don’t tell the people to calm down Mama
They are angry because your pain is their pain
Don’t get on the defensive Mama
You know your daughter wasn’t no crack whore
You know your son wasn’t no “thug”
Take the offensive with the people at your side Mama
Command them with your pain
Avenge the lost souls of our babies
Our children born from our womb
Our blood coursing through their veins eventually left to drip into the sewer
Their lifeless bodies scooped up from the ground like road kill
Mama show the colonizing forces how you have been transformed
Like the Mama of Emmitt Till showed her son to the world
Show them you will not pacify your language
You are armed Mama
Speak to the masses because they will listen
They will take up the call because they see themselves in you
Don’t let no compromised Negro tell you how to politic
Don’t let them whisper in your ear the colonizer’s shouts of
Control them Niggers
Mama be strong, the masses will protect you
They too need to be liberated and are being transformed to do what is necessary
They want to end the terror that took the life of your child
Your child who has now become their child
Don’t cover your eyes Mama
Look directly at the camera and say….
