"No One is Coming to Save Us – But Us."
Black America, we are at war – not just a war of bullets, but a war of the mind, of the spirit, of survival itself.
We’ve been conditioned to believe that our greatest enemy is each other. That lie has killed more of us than any oppressor ever could. While we fight, distrust, and destroy our own, those in power sit back, profit, and laugh, knowing that as long as we are divided, we are powerless.
But the truth? We are the most powerful people on this planet.
We are the descendants of those who survived the unthinkable.
We are the blood of kings, queens, warriors, and builders of empires.
We are the soul of the world’s music, fashion, culture, and movement.
We are the ones who turned pain into power and oppression into opportunity.
And yet—look at our reality today.
Our children are dying. Not just from police, but from each other.
Our businesses struggle. While other communities circulate wealth, we spend with those who don’t respect us.
Our families are broken. Systemic forces tore us apart, but we’ve kept the cycle going.
Our power is wasted. We argue over petty things while our real enemies gain more control.
Enough is enough. We either build together, or we perish apart.
What Must Be Done?
1. Stop Killing Each Other – Period.
Every Black life is valuable—every man, woman, and child. We cannot demand justice from others if we do not value ourselves first.
The real enemy is not your brother or sister. Stop fighting over streets we don’t own, stop tearing down the very people who share your struggle.
2. Rebuild the Black Family & Community.
Strong families = strong people. Raise our children with love, protection, and knowledge of self.
Women: Support and uplift Black men. They are under attack at every level.
Men: Protect and provide for Black women. They are the foundation of our future.
3. Circulate the Black Dollar.
If every Black person committed to spending at least 30% of their money in Black businesses, we would build billion-dollar industries overnight.
Stop making other communities rich while our own suffer. Buy Black, bank Black, invest Black.
4. Unite Across All Divides.
Whether you’re from the streets, the suburbs, or the corporate world, we have one common enemy: oppression.
We don’t have time for petty divisions—religion, class, location, or background don’t matter. If you’re Black, you’re family.
5. Educate & Train for Power.
Teach our children the real history—not just slavery, but the greatness before and the power within.
Learn skills that build wealth—finance, business, real estate, law, tech, and self-defense.
6. Defend Every Black Man, Woman & Child to the Death.
If we don’t protect our own, no one else will.
Every Black life must be sacred. No more watching our people suffer without action.
Defend your community not just with force, but with strategy. Organize, prepare, and move as a unit.
"We Are the Answer to Our Own Liberation."
Black America, no one is coming to save us—but us.
The government won’t save us. Corporations won’t save us.
Marches alone won’t save us. Hashtags won’t save us.
Only we can save ourselves.
It starts today. It starts with you.
Who will stand up? Who will commit to protecting, building, and uplifting Black people like our survival depends on it?
Because it does.
No more excuses. No more waiting. It’s time.
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Adolescence-II
By Rita Dove
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting.
Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert.
Venetian blinds slice up the moon; the tiles quiver in pale strips.
Then they come, the three seal men with eyes as round
As dinner plates and eyelashes like sharpened tines.
They bring the scent of licorice. One sits in the washbowl,
One on the bathtub edge; one leans against the door.
“Can you feel it yet?” they whisper.
I don’t know what to say, again. They chuckle,
Patting their sleek bodies with their hands.
“Well, maybe next time.” And they rise,
Glittering like pools of ink under moonlight,
And vanish. I clutch at the ragged holes
They leave behind, here at the edge of darkness.
Night rests like a ball of fur on my tongue.
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