“Black-man,” you say we’re “bulldogs?”
Well let me tell you a thang or two
bout these “bulldogs” and their plight.
“Black-man,” “our” bark growls at “your” quote-un-quote plights!
And need I say,
“Our” bark is waaay bigger than “your” silent bite!
Therefore, “we” woof-off when they come
fo’ “your” blaaack daughters, and sons.
And yes! “We” howl at all the injustices done.
And then, “we” have the nerve to growl
when the man do “you-in” wrong!
So “black-man,” when “you” feel the need
to refer to “us,” as “bull-dogs,” remember this…I guarantee,
“your own” mother, sister, aunts, and Grands like “us-bulldogs,”
done barked up some strange Poplar Trees.
NOW DROP DOWN TO YOUR CRUSTED KNEES,
BEG, AND BOW DOWN TO “US,” BLAAACK, BEAUTIFUL, BRILLIANT QUEENS,
BEFORE, “WE” LET THE REAL DOGS OUT, AND COME BARKING UP YOUR “POPULAR” TREE!
Dedicated to:
“BLACK-MAN,” WHEN YOU COME FOR “US” COLORED-GALS…REMEMBER THIS, YOU BETTER COME CORRECT! R.E.S.P.E.C.T. (Aretha)
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