Black Man, You Are Samsonby Sabrina Dawkins Black Man, you are Samson.In the public school system,white teachers were your Delilah.She turned you into a petdependent and worshipping Western rulers.“She broke your throne,and she cut your hair.And from your lipsshe drew the Hallelujah.” “It’s a cold and it’s a very broken hallelujah.” – Leonard Cohen Morpheus

The Easy Way is Not the Easy Wayby Sabrina Dawkins Thank you for saying,“Remain alert at the wheel.”The human bodyis a boatthat sailsacross a storm-tossed sea,the demons underneathshaking it off coursewhile trying to rip the anchor off.In modern timesthey use a subtle approach:make God’s path seem the tougher road.The ship sails smoothly,floating the wrong wayuntil

What if the Scientists Work for Satan?by Sabrina Dawkins Anthony Fauci had no legsand shot you with a bioweaponin that classroomwhere you learnedabout the Hollywood moon landing,Saturn and Jupiter,demon gods turned into planets,where you learnedthat Christianity was primitiveand science was the cure.

I Cry with Malcolm X Because You are Waiting for President Kennedy to Callby Sabrina Dawkins I cry with Malcolmbecause a father’slove wasn’t enoughto prevent nose jobsand wigs to resemble Europeans,third daughter. I cry with Malcolmbecause the decision to die for a peoplewas met with the black vote going toJim Jones, Joe Biden, and Hillary

Sold-Out and Fictional Black Heroes Leading Blacks to Destructionby Sabrina Dawkins Michael B. Jordan took your money.He didn’t take mine’cause I didn’t watch his movie.But I’ve heard Killmongerwas supposed to be Huey Newtonof the Black Panthers,a fake hero who killed a black woman,but, oh, what a pleasant hero phantom.TV fiends stuck in the Bay Area

The Oreo Black Professor in Blackfaceby Sabrina Dawkins The breaking of a spirit,God showed me in a dream,a future black professorin a classroom learningfrom a white manwith dark brown hairand a German accent.There were no black professorsto show himwhat it was to be black,no father at home to mold him.So his father was his white

Christ: The Prototype of a Manby Sabrina Dawkins Thank you, Malcolm X, Abraham, for showing me what a man is.I will not be fooled.Thank you, Stokely Carmichael, Garvey, for showing me what a man is.I will not be fooled.Thank you, Moses Hogan, King David, for showing me what a man is.I will not be fooled.Three

The Pretty Girls Sit in the Back Seatby Sabrina Dawkins The pretty girls sit in the back seat.That’s why they’re such great actresses.Their leprous skin looks artificialand not suited for sunny environments.You see through their eyes,blue, green, grey, and light brown,as if underneath there is emptiness,as if God didn’t make them.They’re so pretty,they look artificial,like

Unfair Sharingby Sabrina Dawkins If it were up to me,I would give everyonethe same amount of landand seeds.Then we would knowwhat people dowith equal opportunity.The fat democrat,the local politician,wanted to share.He told me that my two pecan treeswere his.In jest?That seemingly barren pecan tree up the streetwas his, he said.And he generously said I could

Israel’s Children Abandon Him and Get Cut Offby Sabrina Dawkins Shortly before her end,during her last appearance,Whitney Houston said of Clive Davis,“This is my dad”and told her daughter,“Come say hi to your Goddad.”My Father showed methese are The Wonder Years,and Jacob’s lineageis being cut short.They left himfor a white fatherwith toys and welfare dollars.Draymond, LeBron,