Fifty Shades of Black



What’s the color of forced migration pain?
Ask a black person in America,
and you’ll get fifty different slave answers

What’s the silent sound of invisible chains?
Fifty killahurts of black ... 
Aryan brotherhood iron swastikas uniting

What’s the latest “pull the trigger” hate spin?
Fifty states of fascist terror — 
Goshen ghettos under daily thought policing

Who got their Klan thumbs 
pressing heavy on the justice scales?
Increasing the widow population of the cemetery cells
Who got their hooded hands 
casino slot turning the roulette wheel?
Decreasing the charitable portion of the orphan meals

America’s moral debts are in the red
Haughty heifer blame your mounting troubles
on the poor black scapegoats instead

Fifty shades of dark overcast gloom
hanging over the branches of the oak tree
Liberty got locked in a buried room
waiting for   captivity’s end   to be set free

Fifty shades of rejection in vessels of doom
Thirteen colonies 
of spotted lepers will be coming home soon

Fifty shades of black ... 
let the moon eclipse the sun
Fifty shades of stars ...
let the striped prisoners run
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Williams Avatar
July 18, 2018 at 8:13 AM
I feel you Freddie.
Y. Avatar
June 28, 2018 at 9:01 AM
Wow! Freddie, The title alone caught my attention. I really wanted to know what the poem was about. As I began to read it exceeded my expectations. All of things that they went through saddens my soul.I totally agree "America" is definitely in the Red because their treatment of the African race shows that all are not "free". I thoroughly enjoyed this hard hitting piece. As always good job my friend - Alexis
Wolf Avatar
June 25, 2018 at 8:47 PM
Wickedly vicious images ~ all in search of the searing Truth. Vintage FRJ! Well-done, my friend. Blessings, Gershon
Marcum Wong Avatar
June 25, 2018 at 2:31 PM
This poem expresses so well that liberty is only for some in America and it is utterly shameful. Your lines below are spot on and stood out the most to me Freddie. America can not boast to be the land of the free until everyone is free! "America’s moral debts are in the red" Liberty got locked in a buried room". Excellent and a fave! : )
One Avatar
June 25, 2018 at 2:02 PM
Powerful words Freddie...
Smith Avatar
June 25, 2018 at 1:31 PM
A tough one to read Freddie, mission accomplished...
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