*Disclaimer: Originally a collab piece, though I also thought my part was long enough too as a stand alone poem. So here it is, for my queens out there...



He smoked away your essence of innocence
with his loaded weapon of pleasure and pain;
most young girls shouldn't be victim to.
But that chain of pain in your closets past
doesn't define who you are;
Just an unfortunate sacrifice of a queen.


But I got love 4u. How could I not be a fan of you queen wordsmiths
that drop lyrical shard bombs that pierce minds hearts
to bleed awoken conscious realities.

You are the Lady sovereigns of literature,
queen mothers of nature
that have and will birth
the soothsayer tamed tangents
multiplied thoughts and subtracting
fact from fiction,putting the dope in the diction;
freed from magnum tongue guns...Clint Eastwood can't handle.


Sacrifices you make and endure has
earned you wealth to your poor souls.
You keep it real like a God's gift to man essence dripped from the conscious skies above should. Preschool minded dudes should know how to treat a queen of your calibur. Spitting their Ding-a-lingo with
a short sword
playing like they holding Excalibur.

I'm a king in my own right
will bow to no man...
but at the same time would drop to one knee
only to kiss your hand queen.

Some sistas I know could use the knowledge from knowing your pain to not fall in societies cracks and Jacking fast on some "Hustler's" penis.

Some sistas I know need your strength of character to lift the pressure weights of common man telling them they can't sing, swing on a pole, receive this back handed love, being the next rap video hoe can git you on top of this;
But it jus lowers the level of their Queendom.

You deserve the gratifying treatment some queens of ancestors past
devoured into your beings by true African kings.
I'm disgusted at the false royalty that roam this kingdom.
So, your majesty...if they lay a damning hand on your beauty...
I shall castrate his emotional nutt sack cause he has no real manhood!!

One majestic woman I know,I swear
was born with the back bone of Rosa parks dat refused the discrimination to break her spirit;
The undying will of harriet Tubman slave masters tried to kill that worked hard and made time to make me & my brothers a hot plate to not go hungry. Showing she loved us unconditionally.
Spoke words turning unconscious temples of ignorance into awoken treasure chest like Asata shakur,
even wit the profanity.
I admit, half my cussing vocabulary came from her.

And many more Goddesses that walk among us,
the poor souls which will receive solace from my spoken words.
Taalam said it best by
writing about, "WHAT YOU DESERVE"
I'm here to reinforce it.

proving you are the back bone, jelly to the peanut butter on our toast,
foundation to keep afloat the home us men call an existence and the pain that is a blessing to gift which is the curse to common man!


Honest Abe (a.k.a. Abraham Benjamin) Copyright © 2008