(This wirte here is dedicated to the memory of the black woman we once knew. The black woman who stood for something other than a "music video" or a "trick on the street" the black woman who choose the man with "substance" over the man with "style" who thought stupid thugz with no ambition and no education were deplorable and not worthy of her time....I miss that woman.)

I bow my head and shed a tear
As the casket lowers deep
It’s a day of mourning and depression
As we all began to weep
I think back to a time of yesteryear
When she once reigned supreme
From the crown of her head to the soles of her feet
Her radiance shined & beamed
The light of God adorned you
Like Lucifer before his fall
A heavenly host of awe and beauty
To be adored by all
Giver of life/ Receiver of seed
She replenishes all of humanity
Her nurturing breast, was milk for my soul
Shielding me from insanity

What is insanity? You ask?
Well I’ll tell you loud and clearly
It’s doing the SAMETHING over and over again
And expecting results to be differently!
When did this happen?
When was it you lost your grace?
You stepped away from my presence
And hid yourself from my face
You corrupted your soul & wisdom
And you’ve lost your place
You lost your rank among men
Who once desired you like wine
You traded your royal throne
To become a worthless concubine

Say what you want statistics don’t lie!
Least desired among men…Gee, I wonder why?!!
Let’s look at the facts shall we?
At this idol you’ve come to love
This God you’ve come to worship
Known as “Slap a ho Thug”
He solicits your body
Leaves no profit to gain
Yet you bow at his feet again & again
He beats you down, and pisses on your face
And you scream back “Oooh Daddy Oooh!” “I just love the taste!”


We scream for you/ we search for our queen
We cursed those that curse that you!
We declared war on the enemy
“Surely she’s possessed!” we say!
For she knows not what she do
Then God speaks to us from heaven
And tells us what is true
He says “My daughter is dead! Your queen is gone!”
“We lost her to this world, I’m sorry my son!”
“Her God is now orgasms, jewelry, ballers and pimps”
“Thugs and thieves/ Losers and wimps”
“The grace that I gave her, she threw it away!”
“You see she wants to be YOU now!”
“But I didn’t create her that way”
To sad to continue, God hangs his head and walks away
“Just bury her” he sobs “And then go your way”

So we sit here at the grave site
We kings and princes of God
Wondering “what happened to her majesty?!”
Was our love so flawed?
Was it not enough?
Did we not treat you right?
Did we not tell you we loved you?
Morning, noon, and night?
Did we not shower you with gifts & praise?
“WHEN DID WE BECOME YOUR ENEMY?!!!!!!!!”
We shout in grief and rage!
I place this rose on your casket
And from this grave shall I depart
Yes my queen I still love you
And yes you still have my heart….Amen.



Copyright, 2008 all rights reserved by Henry E. Bullard, III