It’s been decades since I first heard the question ring out in the voice of a man torn between the love he felt for his people and the pain he saw in his community:
“Do we hate our women?”
And here I am still asking.
Still watching.
Still hurting.
Because the music isn’t the same, and neither are the men.
We got platinum plaques and diamonds in our teeth,
but we are still starving on the inside.
Whole songs dedicated to women
but not in love, not in honor.
Just conquest. Just disrespect.
Some of us don’t even know who we’re really talking to anymore.
This isn’t just about a beat or a verse.
This is about what happens when your spirit runs dry,
when your morals collapse under the weight of ego, and all you’ve been taught is that women are either trophies or threats.
You got money now, but you still act like you got to steal another man’s peace just to feel like somebody.
That’s not power. That’s sickness.
I see a culture malnourished
not for lack of food, but for lack of soul.
We say we don’t need women.
But we can’t even boil water without calling our mama,
can’t raise a child without disappearing into silence.
We turn on each other for crumbs and call it winning.
We forget how to love each other because we forgot how to love ourselves.
And the irony?
The very women we dismiss, degrade, ignore
They are the ones who carried us.
Who bled for us.
Who held our name in prayer when nobody else remembered us.
So how dare we forget?
A woman is not your weakness.
She is the breath you took before you even knew how to speak.
She is the truth behind your rhythm, the bloodline of your brilliance.
Without her, this world would be war and wasteland.
This hate, it’s deeper than lyrics.
It’s systemic.
It’s spiritual.
And yeah, not every woman is righteous.
Some lie. Some cheat. Some hurt.
But pain don’t have a gender.
And trauma don’t come with eyelashes.
So, stop blaming the mirror for the wound in your soul.
We don’t build Black families by discarding the very foundation they stand on.
We don’t create healing by weaponizing our words.
We don’t protect our sons by abandoning our daughters.
This society doesn’t just need correction.
It needs conviction.
It needs healing.
It needs us.
So, I ask again not out of judgment, but out of love:
Do we hate our women?
Because the way I see it, we’re losing them.
And when we lose them, we lose everything.
We lose the rhythm.
We lose the root.
We lose the reason.
You can chase all the money in the world
but you’ll never find a woman on that dollar.
And maybe that’s the problem.
Because this culture worships what don’t even recognize her face.
We need to come home.
To our truth.
To our mothers.
To our women.
To ourselves.
Because without them?
We’re not kings.
We’re just broken boys with gold chains.