Real M.E.N.

This is dedicated to all the people that were affected my Hurricane Katrina.

Y’all remember what happened on August 29, 2005, cause I do. That’s the day Hurricane Katrina touched down on the Big Easy, but it came down O’so hard. The same day the levees so called broke, the same day all the laughter and joy that surrounded the city became no joke. The same city where it took weeks for that white mother-fucker to send help, so all we could do as people was look out for our self. Yes, I remember that tragic day.
We all remember the news saying evacuate, but if you want to stay you can. It wasn’t until the last day that an immediate evacuation was announced, but by that time, people were already set on staying at their house. We assumed that since we had been through so many hurricanes, that Katrina would only be some more bullshit rain. So yea I blame that white man, you know the one that so say has the master plan, the one that takes your kids at 18 and builds them up for 6 weeks, then sends them off to fight humans who have been trained to kill others since the age of 3. Yes, I blame that man.
Cause GOD is my savior, the maker of Heaven and Earth, the Almighty, the reason I live the reason I breathe and you expect me to believe that he would make Katrina seem like a fatal disease, the way it took out so many adults and kids, and had people sleeping on rooftops of houses if they wanted to live. Call me blind to the facts, but I just can’t believe that. So yes I believe they blew up the levees. Even though I wasn’t there to see, but something is fishy about those levees that had took so much abuse and beat, all of a sudden falling like somebody pulled out the wrong Jenga piece. White Man Please!
So as the tears fall on this page from all the rage that’s inside, the same rage that as a black man never allows me to hide my Pride. Look up at the above picture! That is not a puzzle, those are submerged homes, inside mothers and fathers, people’s spouses, and when we see pictures like this, they wonder why we’re never quiet. So now when we start a riot, we get shot, beat, and slain, only because that other man will never know what it feels like to feel our pain!
Since then, as a state we’ve came together, through all the hurt and tears we finally see sunny weather. And from here on out this pen is my addiction and with it I will make y’all Phil My Infliction!