Magic Skies
Oh magic skies
Why are my dreams so high?
Why do I feel like life is a high?
I'm stuck and feel empty inside
Oh magic skies
Who will hear there cries?
The babies are hungry and have no mother by their side
My sista's were is your pride?
Don't let these men take you for a ride
Don't run from your bein of motherhood
Leaving these babies to be misunderstood
My sista's! grow to be a teacher!
Grow to be their preacher!
Oh magic skies
Why do my brotha's roam like flies
only to plant there seeds to deny
Where is your manhood! ?
Show these women your self superior, classified dignity and wholesome
Not to use my sista's for ransom
Oh magic skies
I had once cried for even I was took from my mother and passed to other to another
To the hands of a real woman
My teacher my preacher my now mother
I now kneel and pray to the magic skies
Oh magic skies
I no longer cry
I thank my god for wiping my eyes
Amen
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poem by Pure Remedy
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