Through the Eyes of Real
Through the eyes of real
selfish ideas wreaked havoc on many
whose hopes and dreams were snuffed out—
like the flame of a candle in a winter-wind storm....
Not just metaphorically... but literally
generations suffered the hellish terror— of stolen rights and identity...
lineage obliterated—
roots chopped like mulch and scattered in the wind like dry leaves of Autumn
with no regard— making it impossible to know—
from which tree we came—which yard?...
Through the eyes of real what are our real names?
Sad to say—"we don't know"— over 200 years ago— and still today
and we should pay for DNA?!...
Not!!!
Through the eyes of real
greed and laziness were the beginning motives that soon evolved into FEAR!
couldn't fathom the strength possessed to not succumb to infinite stress...
Through the eyes of real ...
friend of a friend ...
a peoples strife—deep within
the trail of rage
singing from the cage
turnin' the page
wiping away tears
crushing through fears
came the blood-bank
the multiplex telegraph
the potato chip—
the carbon filament lightbulb
and the list goes on...
ya see?
such treasures of a people contributions
were kept hidden from our educational institutions
Let’s keep it real... that agenda is alive today still...
the game to end black history conversation
is also an attempt to squash owed reparations
Through the eyes of real
visible restraints no longer seen
however... systemically present still
a people hard-timed...red lined...by design
hidden in plain sight
the continued violation of basic human rights
Copyright © Phyl Losophy | Year Posted 2018
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