Grandma's Hands Poem by Gil Scott Heron
Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
She say, 'Scotty why you run so fast,
Might fall on a piece of glass,
Might be snakes there in that grass?'
Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me.
Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy
She say, 'Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?
What you want to whip him for?
He didn't throw no apple core.'
Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me.
Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy
She say, 'Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?
What you want to whip him for?
He didn't throw no apple core.'
But I don't have grandma anymore
When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands.
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I just spoke to some folks at the corner.
The Brother's name was Melvin Johnson, shot in the face.. died at the Hospital. Also learned that a 15 yo was killed at the mall by an 18 year old earlier yesterday.. Unrelated? Both us vs us. I had to repeat myself this doesn't end well. Let's get back on our post, and stop waiting for white folks to do something for us that we could do for ourselves as we are not promised tomorrow.
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I believe we have the brainpower to compete with The Evil giants of technological warfare 💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾