Best Oppressors Poems
Comfort wrapped in a blanket of security
Never fearing the chance of brutality
Only a freedom granted to those with fair skin
Greeted by the warmth of idiocy
Building a racist system of legacy
With followers who exhibit stupidity
But useful in killing democracy
To continue their self fulfilling prophecy
Of forced superiority
A politicians smile brings a darkness
Poisonous to those a different colour
Those who possessed something they wanted
Our blackness they were desperate to harness
Unsatisfied with the taking of our culture
They turn to the method of torture
Their envy the motive of our generational suffering
Hate breeds hate
Pain breeds pain
Our blood pumped from a heart full of trauma
Our skin sewn by the needles of struggle
Which is what they wanted
A life born through the memory of inferiority
A rot festering in the trees of our ancestry
Branches bending to the will of ancestral trauma
Bodies after bodies after bodies
Burned in the name of erasure
Blood clings to remember
The blood stays as rebellion
The world hides us in silence
The blood screams violence
Demands accountability
Pools of red refuse to be ignored
Stains a ground a witness to it all
Entrusting the soil to keep the bodies warm
An exhibition to the pain black people have endured
A call for a new world
For the oppressors downfall
As I inhale and thread between these paths of solitude,
Entities lay stranded ahead,
Begging to be noticed in a long standing feud,
To latch on and let its poison spread,
The First.
Appearing noble, exuding black smoke,
A boast of satisfaction deepened by desire,
Relentless to dominate as pleasures evoke,
Smouldering gratitude, engulfed in fire.
The Second.
Dragging a mountain of emptiness behind,
Fortified by durable rusty chains and locks,
Sight on rapacity with eyes that are blind,
As nothing immaterial shall conquer its thoughts.
The Third.
Baring contours with a swaying dance,
Hypnotising movements blowing kisses of ardour,
Exhibits provocatively in carnal trance,
Confuses the mind as body follows its order.
The Fourth.
The Green Cyclops stands tall, ever watching.
A poisonous strive to compete, ever haunting.
Such spite and discontent, a hunger ever-lasting,
Only striking on turned backs, always hunting.
The Fifth.
A blob, disgusting and vile,
Losing all connection to every part of its body,
Over-consuming poison by the piles,
Riddled in cancer. A diseased and sickly anatomy.
The Sixth.
A being emitting apathy,
Transparent like the wind, as still as a tombstone,
It's back the only bed. A captivity.
Failure still better than lethargy prone.
The Seventh.
Violent episodes of never-ending screams,
A rampant struggle to be release and unleash havoc,
A burning body with blood shot eyes that beam,
Transmitting a frenzied rage and a barbarous shock.
A I exhale this deep thought escaping isolation,
I was subjugated by empowering images so profound,
Crestfallen into oblivion of condoned condemnation,
As those oppressors are enforced all around.
Oh, oppression, thou art a tyrant's tool
Thou art a blight upon the human soul
Thou makest us cower in fear and dread
Thou art the source of our tears shed
Thou art a force that brings us low
Thou robb'st us of our rights to grow
Thou makest us feel like we are nothing
Thou makest us feel like we are worth less than something
Oh, oppression, thou art a cruel master
Thou art a blight upon the human race
Thou makest us suffer in silence and shame
Thou art the source of our endless pain
Thou art a force that holds us back
Thou robb'st us of our rights to speak
Thou makest us feel like we are voiceless
Thou makest us feel like we are powerless
Oh, oppression, thou art a dark cloud
Thou art a blight upon the human heart
Thou makest us feel like we are worthless
Thou makest us feel like we are apart
But we will not be silenced by thee
We will stand up and be heard
We will fight for our rights and freedom
And we will break free from your chains.
Propaganda.
A weapon. A tool.
Used to indoctrinate the minds of ignorant fools
Abused by those who thrive off others misfortune
An enemy to those who are innocent
A friend to those with cruel intentions
Worldwide communications, spreads messages quickly
A large system to control everything -
Public perception
A way to turn heads, a misdirection
To the real problem of those elected -
Those that are oppressors
Using the method of strategic indoctrination
Propaganda that spreads across the nations
Privilege blinds the ignorant
Their lack of empathy makes them complicit
Propaganda preys on the ego of those unaffected by the lies it spreads
Silence becomes their offence
It's easy to escape accountability,
When you have the masses eating out of its hands
Spewing hate to infiltrate the minds of idiocy
Used as weapons then,
To discriminate against those with black skin
Simple words contorted -
Twisted, manipulated to become what they are not used as -
Racist rhetoric
Media a system of mind control
Built off of the nature of human greed
Of humans strive to power
And accessibility to it
People crave power and will betray black for it
Power is owned by the white man -
They weaponise it for a master plan
To segregate black and non black,
To instill hate
And to create a system we can't escape
Justice is a lie fabricated by the white man
Benefited towards whiteness and proximity to it
It doesnt take generosity to see
That a system used to police would be against the black race
A system started after slavery -
Policing or incarceration
Once control of freedom was lost
They resorted to us being unjustly locked up
Justice was never made for us
It was just a quick solution to the problem -
Us
Their motive wasn't to protect and serve,
Except for the oppressors
It was to keep black people in chains with 'means and cause'
But really it was because the 13th ammendment had a loophole
A clause used as a weapon for control
Justice doesn't exist, it never did
A myth created by the monolith
Lies on the black man are excused
And when we're killed it's self defence
Because apparently being black is a criminal offense
Don't insult our intelligence
Trying to gaslight us into believing we're delusional
But it's hard to ignore when our eyes are constantly exposed -
To your unjust treatment
We are not blind to being targeted
It's not some hidden secret
It happens worldwide, you just willfully ignore it
Having power means you don't have to be cautious
You don't even have to explain the obvious
The oppressors own the narrative
When your privileged no one gets to question your decisions
Justice resides in the hands of those with pale skin -
Or those who are accepted within it,
Or to put it simply those with black or are mixed with black skin
'Justice' was only there to place us in prison
And to keep them the 'victims'
I dont believe in God
Why would I?
No literally
Why? Would? I?
I dont believe
In this so called all loving being
That doesn't treat everyone equally
Because when has he ever helped black people
We never received equal treatment
At any point in history
He is all powerful but couldn't stop slavery
Or wouldn't
We are all created in his 'perfect image'
And that we all deserve equal treatment
I guess if he was real
And allowed slavery
He is ing evil
Because as history wrote
That the prayers he answered
We're that of the oppressors
And the oppressed we just had to suffer
But yeah he's all loving
I mean if I had the powers
That he did
They wouldn't be hidden
And I'd use them to stop racism
I mean he created everything
But he couldn't stop slavery
That sounds like an excuse
Or proof that he hates us
Black people need to wake up
And realise nobody is coming to save us
Not even
Your all powerful
All loving
All seeing god
Because if he was going to stop racism
He would've already saved us
He wouldn't have betrayed our ancestors
Expectations
No rest
No time to breathe
A weight on your chest
Nothing less than excellence
Even that's not enough
A world that tells black people
That even if you follow the rules
You are still not good enough
Because as long as your black
They will always have the last laugh
In a world that preaches equality
It sure is a hypocrite
From young we are taught that life is a test
That no matter how hard we work
We will always be seen as less
Even with perfect scores we still come last
A crooked system used to keep us at the bottom
A crooked system used to make sure our life is a struggle
A box with no key deprived of freedom
Locked in with chains so we can't outshine them
Doing everything in their power
To watch us sink
In an ocean that steals our breath
Drowning in a watery abyss
A constant fight to stay afloat
Whilst they just stare at us
A fight that isn't fair
The water keeps us suppressed
So everytime we open our mouth
The water sinks our words
Just like everytime we try to speak
We are labelled dramatic
All this happening whilst the weight of their hate
Slowly drowns us to death
In a world that claims progression
The education system sets us back
Policing black children
Whilst holding us back
So all the white kids can succeed
Then tell us we will never amount to anything
That all we are good for is a prison sentence
Drilling inferiority straight into our chest
To make sure discrimination is the only education we will get
The only lesson received is how racism will never end
The syllabus being slurs and all the different ways we are hated
Buy something they seem to forget
Is we have legacies of strength
We are stronger than the hate that you threat
You push us down and yet we continously get up
We are made of tungsten the strongest element
You think you can break us
Your hate will break instead
You try to steal our breath
But our oxygen tank is unlimited
We are here for the long run
You'll just have to get used to it
We are here to stay
And we will never let you forget
In a world full of snakes
How do you tell which is poisonous
Each identical
Yet some harmful
In a world full of political parties
How do we know which one is all inclusive
Different paths
But the same ending?
In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become identity
In a world of corrupt politicians
How do you decide which one is genuine
Are they playing nice for their campaign?
It's hard to trust when they've no shame
In a world that favours white
How do we expect change
When history is the same
When past and present live in the same age
In a world that fights for power
How do we become equal
When the world is against black people
When life is a climb to superiority
In a world that lives in delusion
How do we escape ego
When they are blinded by privilege
When they lead without reason
Where do all the voices go
When told to repress their emotions
Do they fake a smile and swallow it whole
Or do they bury their heads in the ocean and scream
The black voices are silenced
Trapped in the purgatory of compliance
Usually erased by a history of violence
Or thrown into solitary confinement
No light, no windows
Just an eternity of darkness
Voices hidden by oppressive shadows
But what of those that demand to be heard
Voices beneath the earth
Silenced by death and historical erasure
Instead of words
Do they make the ground tremble with their anger
Do their spirits control the weather
Do their souls become messengers
To represent all those who go unheard
All those black speakers
To continue a legacy of black courage
Of daring to speak up against the oppressor
A threat of superiority
Leads to inferiority
Of a heart consumed
By a venomous poison
Of hate lead by jealousy
A darkness claim their soul
Convinced that an enemy
Was those loved by the sun
With skin oh so golden
Threatened by a culture
To which they steal like vultures
Begging to be chosen
Colonising a moment
Belonging to those with a darker skin colour
All we wanted was equality
All you wanted was authority
Lands built on lies
Where black met demise
Under grey and cloudy skies
And buried secrets forced to hide
Hidden under the cloak of defence used As your disguise
Blaming the victim of a crime you committed
Just to satisfy the deep pits of your stomach
A place where guilt resides
Melting in the acidity of your pride
Insecurities infect your eyes
Leaving you blind
Of your little white lies
To claim that being white
Correlated to being the superior race
To capitalise off of ignorant minds
Of an acceptance they yearned to find
Power a secret weapon
Abused by those who wield it
But the real truth is black lives
Are kryptonite to their ego
How their only achievement was culture stolen
How our presence engulfed them
How their need for attention to grow their ego
To distract them from a body so hollow
To stop from the voices that echo
Inferiority wrapped in sorrow
The smiles they keep a deceiving show
From a pain that refuses to go
When revenge is fueled by a crime not commited
One must question ones motivation
Ones intention with all this hatred
To a race that's only crime was being black
Punished With a lifetime of psychological torment
The fear of existing
Targeted by the envy of those whose livelihood was based on colonisation
And culture is based on controlled violence to achieve black silence
The world drowns us in problems
Then expects us to breathe solutions
In a society that demands whispers of lullabies rocking them to sleep
Whilst we deal with the havoc they wreak
Safe in the silence of their homes
Black women have to deal with the chaos outside alone
The white man's mess becomes the black persons job
Our pay - racism
Seems familiar, reminds you of anything
Maybe, a modern day version of slavery
No rest for the wicked they say
So why are the oppressors still sleeping
The good are punished
The evil rewarded
I guess we just live in a one-sided system
Where being a victim, makes you a villain
Our worth determined by how much blood we pour
The more we bleed, the more we are adored
Our pain is entertainment, they'll never get bored
For them it's like a cure for the common cold
Like an answer to all the world's problems
For them we are a sacrificial lamb
Something to feed off of, then be rid of the scraps
The story of our lives
Used then are blamed for our cries
Then are denied of our rights
To be humans not slaves
What should be an atmosphere of excitement
Becomes something more deadly - more violent
A child's first sound should be heard
Instead silence echoes
Even before life began
A black baby understands
That in order to survive the world outside
Their cries should be kept on the inside
How painfully sad
That before it's existence
It inherited generational silence
Ones whispered through the branches of their ancestry
The unspoken rules that come with the guide of how to survive -
Being black and alive
There are way scarier things then the dark
Like the clothes on your chair, something innocent
Becomes dark and twisted
Once the lights are off
Morphing into shadows
Worse than any nightmare your mind to conjure
If you don't understand this metaphor
I'm talking about the performative actions of the modern day oppressors
How messed up
That we live in a world
That claims that us black people are the 'monsters'
Yet before our children are even born
You've forced
Our sons and daughters
Into a life dictated by silence
Hashtags.
Used to promote to get more attraction to a desired cause
To create a movement , to even open doors
But - like most things it has its flaws
Used to manipulate for narrative control
Stories of real life trauma
Plastered on social media
To be auctioned of and sold
To the highest bidder- usually a politician
Their favourites, those that contain stories of racism
Not because they care
But for emotional manipulation
Used to make them look like a 'diverse hero'
Claiming to love everyone
Yet create policies for a mandatory stop and patrol
'Coincidentally' in only black neighbourhoods
Most hashtags aren't even harmful
If used for the greater good, it can be very useful
A way for slogans to become a movement
One example - #blacklivesmatter
To boost, to help go viral
To become a worldwide sensation
After all you can never have enough people
To tackle this centuries long issue
Yet human nature makes people resentful
When they aren't the centre of attention - when they aren't popular
Usually the oppressors, they can't stand feeling inferior
They'll twist a cause to suit their reputation
After all what's a campaign without deception
The ground shakes in anticipation
A wave of newfound hope sparks the attention
Of surrounding people
A march dedicated to the right of freedom
Each step marks the ground of remembrance
A permanent mark that refuses erasure
The sound of revolution echoes in every building
Voices that demand to be heard
Voices that demand reperation
Each chant an indictment
Each sign a verdict
Each fist a representation of the unity
In the black community
The sky blank
Not wanting to distract
From a movement of great impact
Ones that rip apart a society meant to harm
Yet we stand together linked by our arms
A barrier of love
Unbreakable by hate
Joy the organiser
Our strength the leader
We come as one
A generational collective
Each soul, each heart sparks chills
An air of ice towards the oppressors
The wind creates goosebumps as to what will come
A spiritual atmosphere overwhelms
Their throats choked by our ancestors hands
A little taste of the abuse they catered
Their confused cries to be released ignored
Their panicked faces a fate they have earned
Of what it is like to be seen not heard
The words we speak pierce hearts
Accountability we shove down their throats
Their egos become an exhibition
It's need for attention cornered
Your need for superiority bare and exposed
The world will shake in fear
Secrets buried slowly exposed
The bodies they try to rid unearthed
Risen from the soil to fight for justice
Together the past, the present, the future generation stand together to watch their hate cower
In the face of reclaiming our black power
A white man dies
Millions cry
He believed in slavery
Yet the privilege will worship as if he was their saviour
It's easy to defend when your not affected by their behaviour
Sympathy becomes easy, when you claim to be 'superior'
Human rights - until its your black neighbour
In a world where you can be anything, you can be kind
Easy to say when privilege makes you blind
They were human - Just like the black person you lynched
Ironic how their deaths never made you flinch
But a white man is shot, and all of a sudden your affected
No backbone, no skeleton
Stand for something
Stand for anything
Sitting on the fence, when you have the power to make a difference
You're not for 'equality', your just showing your cowardice
You're not choosing peace -
You're just choosing ignorance
It's not admirable to show 'indifference'
You're not better, you're just selective
And with that belief you'll end up on the wrong side of history
If you're gonna have selective empathy
At least use it for those worthy
Being white doesn't give you a pass to be a bully
I dont care if they 'had a family'
Especially when black death for them is comedy
Where is the outrage for police brutality
Or the centuries of slavery
Yet when it comes to the death of a white supremacist
They're honoured with the medal of 'bravery"
Where's our medal for just existing
Where being black means we are criminalised for breathing
And when we are killed instead of being mourned and respected
A black persons death is mocked and celebrated
We dont owe the oppressors our tears
The oppressed are allowed to celebrate one less danger
And if you've forgotten
When we were lynched you took pictures with our dead bodies
So dont come with your moral high ground
Talking about peace and kindness
When at no point in history -
Did the world have sympathy
For the deaths of my people