BlaCk FolkS In HeAveN!
Gabriel came to the Lord and said, "I have to talk to you, I have Black folks up here in Heaven who are causing some problems.
They are swinging on the Pearly Gates, my horn is missing, barbecue sauce is all over their robes, ham hock, sparerib, and pig feet bones are all over the streets of Gold. Some folk are walking around with one wing.
They have been late taking their turn in keeping the stairway to heaven clean. There are watermelon seeds all over the clouds. Some aren't even wearing their halos, saying it doesn't fit with their hairstyles."
The Lord said, "I made them special, as I did you, my angel.
Heaven is home to all my children. If you really want to know about problems, let's call the Devil.
"The Devil answered the phone, "Hello? Dang, hold on.
"The Devil returned to the phone and said, "Hello Lord, what can I do for you?" The Lord replied, "Tell me what kind of problems you are having down there." The Devil said, "Wait one minute," and put the Lord on hold.
After 5 minutes he returned to the phone, and said "Okay, I'm back. What was the question?" The Lord said, "What kind of problems are you having down there?"
The Devil said, "Man, I don't beli..... hold on, Lord". This time the Devil was gone for 15 minutes. The Devil returned and said, "I'm sorry Lord, I can't talk right now. These Negroes dun put the fire out, and are trying to install air conditioning !!!
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Clothes.
You are in love with Tommy,
Because his last name is Hilfiger,
But behind closed doors, Tommy,
Is calling you a nigger,
But you could care less,
Because you have been taught to dress to
impress,
If I ask you about your true history,
You would have to look on the back of your
jeans and Guess,
You come up in the club wearing Versace,
Clothes made by a homosexual male,
So even when you say you are straight,
It is very hard to tell,
And for footwear, you wear Timberlands, Even
under the sun,
That same tree that the symbol for them,
Could have been the
same one your ancestors were hung from,
I cannot forget Nautica,
When was the last memory you have of ships,
Coming to North America in shackles,
Being beaten over the back with whips,
And to my beautiful black queens,
Whose creative womb has become barren,
I'm confused beacuse your face says
Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads Donna Karen,
When was the last time you saw Liz
Claiborne,
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a
purse,
To Macy's you quickly go, running,
Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,
Unless they are driving him around town,
But as soon as that slave master appears on
the back of a horse,
You put whatever you have picked up down,
My people reclaim your status in this world
and in your life,
Fubu in case you didn't know, stand for (For
Us By Us,)
Buying black will someday suffice,
Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?
Well, Timberland is owned by the president
of the KKK,
Surprised? Don't be. Read more books black
people,
Always hope for the best and prepare for the
worst,
You may not get what you pay for,
But you'll surely pay for what you get.
Maya Angelou
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