Time Encapsulated Pain
My melanin bar code pain
feels like a time encapsulated link chain
The future and the past
are excruciatingly one and the same
And this bleak present
is probable cause tense —
Just being black in America
is a police cruiser death sentence
So why should son of Kunta Kinte I
really want to make America great again
When the year of Martin Luther King’s assassination
is what I’m dark side of the moon living in
I feel the same degradation
spat upon my mother
The ‘polite society’ rejection
by an Ivory seat ruler
I feel the same humiliation
heaped on my father
Hateful words of oppression
be trumpeted louder
Pharaoh siren tones heard
echoing thru
each highway generation
So why should stolen heritage I
truly want to make America great again
When the year of Emmitt Till strange harvest justice
is what I’m reviled eclipse skin living in
Ain’t no rainbow kind,
equality sunshine
in this arrested development place
Penitentiary cargo hold no!
As the Middle Passage tears of grief,
tick-tock beggarly,
‘I can’t breathe’ overflow
And I know
this time encapsulated pain I feel
will soon fade to black
But, this hurtful truth will still remain,
as long as
human traffic violations stays the same
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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