Little Dark Girl

Dark boys should
Be aware of dark girls
They are wonderful beings
They are also trapped
Inside of fairy tales
They are the princess
You must be their prince
They will love you dark boy
And enjoy you at first
Once you penetrate their illusion
With your reality
They will never like you again
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All Is Not Lost By Tim Conerson 2013

The times are desperate
Many dangerous paths exists
They Are filled with snares and dead ends
But all is not lost
You can easily go inside of yourself
Wipe away poor choices
And lay a new path
A path of melanin without detours
That never has to end 
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Little Dark Boy by Tim Conerson 2013

Hey little dark boy
don't trust adults
most of them do no harm
but they do not help either
stand besides 2 dark friends
one of you will be a chattel slave
one of you just a servant
and the other will die
this is what the system
has prepared for dark boys
thousands of minds
work on your demise
do not fear or despair
little dark boy
for your mind has more power
than one million of theirs
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Slave Breeding

The males in the slave quarters are breeders. Almost all of us aspire to nothing more than having sex or toiling for our masters. Slave men show pride in the power of their sperm and the pride ends there. These men produce children every place that they go and move on to other situations. Sometimes the slave males will double back to have sex with their children's mothers. Sometimes these sexual episodes will produce another child. The best fathers will stay with one woman and one set of children, but most of them have children outside of their core families. Some slave men will work hard and send their children to schools, camps, and programs, but they hardly ever try to build places for any of us to use what we learn. DONATE

Slave Children 2015

It was not uncommon to see women pregnant at the same time as their daughters. Aunts and uncles grew up with their nephews and nieces. I had two friends who were younger than their nephews. It was a joke when my friends would tell their nephews to listen to them because they were the uncles. the two older nephews would punch their uncles and move on. The production of children in the slave quarters by men and women of all ages is important to the economy. Every slave child produces multiple jobs for other ethnic groups. For every slave child there is a: teacher, school psychologist, social worker, mental health counselor, correctional officer, probation and parole officer, rehab counselor, etc. Almost all of these professionals used to live outside of the slave quarters. Gentrification has brought other ethnic groups back into slave neighborhoods, but they still do not deal with their slave neighbors. A non slave will live next door to slaves physically, A thousand miles away in every other aspect of life. DONATE

Slave Boy's 2015

I was a sensitive child. Sensitive means soft in the slave quarters. My sister would punch me in the arm as lightly as she could to still make an effect. I was frail because food was scarce in the slave quarters for some of us. My sister loved me and did not want me to be destroyed by other boys in the slave quarters. She did not want for me to be feminine because I lived with all females. I learned how to fight and survive like all of the other boys in the slave quarters. My sister was always trying to correct my mother's mistakes. My mother committed one of the worse sins of the modern slave. She moved us to the low end of the slave quarters without preparation. Once we moved to the low end of the slave quarters the boys ganged up on me every chance they got to beat on me until they found other boys to beat down. I fought, but I never became as violent as the other boys. I knew that the violence was a state of our conditions and not who we were.

Slave Mama 2015

 My mother was an old style slave. She cleaned people’s houses and raised their children while my sisters and I were raising ourselves and each other as best we could. Dorothy was her bosses girl and was loaned to other women to do days work. The pay never covered our rent and food so we were homeless much of the time. Slave homelessness is a hard struggle for one simple fact, we were slaves and not seen as worthy of steady housing. My mother would shovel us from friend to friend until we wore out our welcomes. Eventually the city put us into a public housing building. These were the harsh slave quarters because it was where the city put us to get us out of the way and forget about us. We all felt like less than what we were and our parents felt awful for bringing us into a state of slavery. The depression took the fight out of us. We gave up on ourselves. We did not know that even dung can be rolled into something valuable. My mother died not knowing such things. She died poorer than she was born, leaving behind children that are battered adults because of slave life. For this reason my mama is a pitiful character who has my deepest sympathies. DONATE