Dear R Kelly

Dear R(obert) Kelly:

I don’t know if I can blame you solely

Like, you remind me of some things  Found in old histories,

Like, you remind me of the citizens of Gomorrah and Sodom

Whhich means collectively, we are a lot like Lot,

Offering you our daughters without a second thought,

Like Mayans sacrificing virgins to keep the rain at bay

Yet you would pour out your amber rays right in our children’s faces,

Their faces upturned offerings we trade for a ballad or a soundtrack anthem

I believe you think you can fly

How else do you hold yourself above us all like so?

So high in your kingdom of impunity

But Robert -  you are not alone just a just another name on the company roster of faulty fuck boi incorporated

Right there with Cosby, Mike Vick, Cam, Tiger, Kendu, All the niggas who fucked Nikki Minaj, all the niggas in every iteration of black ink and love and  hip hop.

Dear Robert – your story ain't really new,

You’ve been the real life Candyman of Chiraq for years, at

Kenwood Academy, your reserved parking spot is near the cafeteria

fuckboy" is a badge worn by plenty of scouts before you...

You got/you got/you got betrayal all up in your DNA,

You and John Tubman, must share the same ancestry tree,

He wanted to snitch on his wife Harriet before she got her some free

And, imagine what Coretta Scott thought 

When she heard the tape of Martin 

Fucking somebody that wasnt her

Robert, you remind me of the dichotomy -

Of Nate Parker gangbanging drunk white girls in his dorm room

Yet assuming to direct a film like Birth of a Nation to teach me  about history..?

And don’t even get me started on Nat Turner…Because even as a revolutionary that nigga was a

Coward and a charlatan

But Robert, we are so scared of harsh words and drawn lines

That we let you skate by 

And sing to us lie after lie

Your lyrics are truth, tho

They done told us what you wanted to do

"Age aint nothing but a number"

And that you  dont see nothin wrong in the world

With having sex with a little girl

I get it…you want to be young

But that’s not the holy grail you want to hold on your tongue

You cannot hear the cries of anger and anguish from the fathers

They are silent because they are absent.

They must be ones you led away with your instrumental 12 play

Never to be seen again 

Like the children of Hamlin in that Pied Piper Story

Because no real man could ever be bought off

Could never really offer his daughter 

On a silver plater to a pedophile on a silver platter like Judas did his homie 

Or could they..?

Perhaps our little girls remind us of the humanity

That has been stolen from and denied us

And giving our child to you is our apotropaic dance

As we chase a sense of self that lies drowning just off the Slave coast

But Today we need a new paradigm

Dear Robert I don’t know if I blame you solely

Some of that

All of that 

Is our responsibility

One of us need to break down your harem door

Give your parking space back to an underpaid teacher

I hate that you make music so good

Like an actual pied piper

No

It’s time to break your pipe, unplug your mic

You’ve sold out the revolution for the crack high of your ego and you penis

And it’s time to leave you broken 

And split open, belly spilled out in an alley

Like Judas...

Like Huey...

Dear Robert,

I believe you really think you can fly 

But I don't see nothin wrong with tossing you off 

The roof of a daycare center

To test your musical theory

How do you hold yourself above us all  like so?

High in your kingdom of impunity

Our daughters are worth more than a million dollars of herpes hush money,

Our daughters are worth more than our absence and complacency,

Our daughters are not your piano keys,

If any of them were my daughter this poem would be your eulogy

I hope the father of the girl you peed on makes this poem your eulogy

Dear Robert, 

I believe you really do think you can fly

But nigga you're just  Lucifer needing to be brought low

A fire should be set in your studio

Break your pipe, unplug your mic

We should shackle you like that Babylon  whore

So that your song is finally stifled, 

And you can steal our kids no more...