Best Incivility Poems
I have this disability
The one called imbecility,
Along with instability
And rampant incivility.
I lack dependability
And have no credibility.
I’m short on sensibility,
Am prone to gullibility
And have the inability
To see my fallibility.
And yet, with great humility
I say with plausibility
The concept “genius” – you’ll agree –
Really fits me to a tee.
In a lawless and defying society
where ugly symbols of hate
are becoming banners of disunity
crucifying freedom to the stake...
their purpose is to annihilate:
what stood for patriotic sentiments, immortalized in words
but oblitering them from memory, is a tremoundous loss!
Written on 9/23/2017
PROUD OF INCIVILITY
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
So they came to clothe me and ''disrobe'' my naked shame
But I wish I remained the same
For they wiped away my honor and fame.
They claimed I was wild in the forest
So they came to tame
But they introduced me to the 'three fingers bow to two''
When I knew no pistil
They compared me to the race of my people
When I was in my golden age.
I swear to the sun, I knew no evil
Yet they pushed me to the devil's cage
They claimed I was naked and uncivilized
In an attempt to clothe me,
they raped and defiled me.
Even today, I still ooze
They give me a conditional tissue to wipe off the blood
But tell them they do me no good.
They claimed I was wild in the jungle
So introduced me to the words in the 66 chapters,
To tame me I guess,
But they indeed muddied the waters.
For I could not tell between a saint and an atheist,
the minister of Lucifer and the priest .
They taught me with time and age.
They indeed robbed me of my golden age.
Before 15th Century they discovered me
Their humanitarian reason, I still find an irony
Inflicted pain and left wounds in minds of my progeny
Defaced my black beauty.
Today, they give me a conditional pomade to bleach
Tell them they do me no good.
If today, I have been partially freed,
Henry William Sylvester started with that bold seed.
However, today, the battle tree and illusion seem inseparable
For its expected fruits are buried in the minds of successors of the branches and roots
For they(the successors) think the visitors did and do me good
But they did and do me no good.
It's obvious I am black.
In a defying and lawless society,
where ugly symbols of hate
are becoming banners of disunity
that crucify freedom to the stake:
their purpose is to annihilate
what stood for patriotic sentiments
immortalized in words,
but oblitering them from memory
is a tremendous loss!
Written on 9/23/2017
The heavy curtain, refusing to be moved,
is slowly forced aside by those who understand
hidden scenes and private dialog
few audiences have experienced.
Inch by inch the rusty gromets
slide on the rough surface,
where oil has never been,
causing discomfort to tender ears.
She paid no money to sit in her chair
and watch the curtain reveal
what she already knew--
a kinship understood.
The scene was simple--
two daughters standing behind a woman
with a purse hanging from one arm,
while holding two confederate flags
and a sign of hate held over her head,
“ don't you wish you WERE WHITE,”
made her stomach-ache and teeth clench,
as anger of resistance freed itself from flimsy chains.
While the audience responds
with tears of empathy,
she refuses to acknowledge,
will not commiserate,
And immediately posts her feelings on social media,
“Hate comes in All colors,”
revealing a heart incapable of sympathy,
unwilling to give respect or show politeness.
I notice and cannot be silent
with civility dishonored
and pain unaddressed,
by callous and cold remarks
That create new wounds and larger scars.
With new vigor I write to avenge a wrong,
push back to help change gain a foothold
On the slippery slope of bias.