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Rosa's Eyes

sitting fearfully 
with stubborn resolve 
warm cocoa simmering 
amongst whitewashed marshmallows
puffed up with self worth 
dusted with sugary arrogance

slurs stirring inside 
endlessly whipping frenzy 
to pleading eyes
she rode in silence 
speaking volumes 
that would sound loudly 

what kind of world was this 
that the light
feared the dark 
instead of welcoming 
the blending 

for one without the other 
would leave emptiness
filling the void with 
tangible hate
teeth bared 
without reason

lessons learned
at someone else's knee
wrapped up in lies 
to be labeled
truth 

still she sat
with the ignorance
staring through windows 
from the past 
with defiant intent 
to change her limited view 

of future expectations

in her eyes blurred images 
of burning crosses 
trees with swinging feet 
and white hooded men 
claiming superiority 
in God's name 
or any name 
that would justify
immense cruelty

the past lived inside her 
poverty and hunger 
dark degradation 
remembered in memories 
of generations 
spoken like fairy tales 
but with truth's conviction 

her papa had borne scars 
engraved with hatred 
into honeyed skin 
of the shackles that cut 
deeply into worth 
and self definition

inside his eyes was 
aching refusal 
to accept so called truths
he and his papa before him 
carried the scars 
passing them forward 
to burn again in new eyes 

hoping and praying 
to one day drown 
fiery flames of pain 
with cooling salves 
of knowledge,
freedom 
and most of all 
equality 

little girl dreams 
are all the same 
they know no distinction 
of class or race 
human rights are
inalienable 
should be granted to all 
human beings

 

yet some still ride the bus
at the very back  
fighting to regain 
what should 
have always been theirs

watching the scenes evolve
over and over 
reinventing prejudice 
disguising its malicious intent 
through concave windows 
that catch an eternity 
of tears

 

 

falling silently 


from Rosa's eyes...

Masquerade

Masquerade
 
Tilt the balance scale gently
then to find what maybe
the culmination of action
speaking
doing
building by impression
the mask of another person
 
Eventually totality of what shall be
the papermache of opinion
constructed and connived
by inability’s pride to discover
face value
 
Convene then dissimilar life
for the other tribe to live by
so and so and they are 
that
with the poetic justice of self satisfaction
misjudgements interpretation
forced onto the world of the dissimilar 
someone
 
Intellectual Yobs
sanctimonious self righteous miniatures
playing with emotional aggression
attacking by loving
kicking by caring
until the individual is drown
maiming by demanding
violence by expectation
until the mask is patterned
 
Slap decisions 
stamped estimation
teach by ordeal
be sure to be sure of exactly 
who you are
paint their camouflage for them
in the colours 
of your judgements
hold together the tissue of their life
with the glue
of emotional blackmail

Black Man's Burden

For all the weighted years of empires
Stockpiled with human grief
For all the fallen towers of desires 
From which love has no relief
For all the cargo of the heart and ships
Tossed and turned where water whips
Across storm battered seas
For all the load of civilizations
Buckling him down to his knees
He staggers on, harnessed to deprivations
Dry sands sucked bone white
Gritting in the eyes of light

No, not the donkey, he carried a savior
On a bed of palm branches and praise
Or the camel, that subtle old imitator
With Kilmanjaro on his backside raise
Even the horse would have bolted free
Saddled so long to the tumor of misery.

But him structure and kingdom fallen
Under a barren weight of other’s greed
Is harnessed to promise and burden
With no reward to restore from dry weed
His life, he eats the scraps of praise, lures
That makes us want to excel, yet deplores
The lost of settled home, the arid sense
Of children littering his shame since sired
At plantations whim, vacuous pretense
Of sexual dexterity that history inspired
And no reward in the imprisoned destiny
Handed to him for a cultural legacy

Do you know the weight of the other
The burden of history on his tired back
The dismantle heart, and no father
To boundary self in a void so black?
Do you understand how he self destruct
Brilliant in what his false history instruct?

He wants more than drugs for the drift
Of night from club to club seeking it
He has no base for promise or for thrift
Stereotypes walled him in, his spirit
Armed to fight, shoots blindly at the alien dark 
Killing his own flesh, strayed children in the park
Look at the reward before him
How rich he grows on subculture remarks
The school dropout high on the rim
White status from covert commerce in parks
Where the broken comes to disconnect
From suffering and defeat of intellect.


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