Dear Future Black Generation

• Irene Juru, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2016

A very important question has caught my attention
how did we become lost, dysfunctional and engrossed in this cold?
we continue to allow the media to downgrade our culture making it mould
with all these pants sagging and jewel snatching,
life threatening and inappropriate wolf whistling
leaving our young beautiful girls crippling
it's all about ‘my nigga, my G or my homie’
what happened to ‘my sister, my brother, my cousin’ who share the blood
remember these people aren't phoney
its funny cause we know the streets more than we know our father
Nigga this, Nigga that and Nigga everything
If you listen for a minute I’ll show you my maths
they took blacks and added drugs that resulted in death
i now refuse and will no longer swim in their meth
We have little children who don't know their mother
is it keisha, shaniqua, Taliasha or the other?
always depending on the young big brother