The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
On the last ring of the phone
Just around the corner, but unknown
A night spent apart, alone
As a mourner for the lorn
A dozen roses for another hectic day
On Valentine's day one never supposes
The reason for being fashionably late
In the movies, in the seats
One on, and one off the train
(As the background music begins to play)
One on each side of the door
with words, but none we say
The crescendo then the scene segue
I'm Astaire, Gable, Grant and Kong
To your Ginger, Marilyn, Audrey and Fay
I'll see you at home tonight, don't be long
We just missed each other today
Segregated
Black Jews
From
White Jews
Segregated
Black Christian
From
White Christian
Stars fall into cereal boxes
that we munch and crunch
without a spare for dresses
or a flirt as we were kids..
We see nothing
but the innocence
we were meant to be.
The hunters chase after foxes
with a shadow and a hunch
to spill the red of messiness,
and a strange to rid...
the world of something
so beautiful......
silence isn't homely
but utmost sincerely
of the line that ends.
Is it worthy of forgiveness if you're mistaken about the expression:
". . . that government of the people, for the people, and by the people, should not perish from the Earth"
believing it was spoken by one of the "Founders"?
When Abraham Lincoln was faced with the threat of "Secession - when a number of the "Southern States" decided to "... dissolve the bonds" that made America a single nation to become a nation unto themselves, this most-basic-understanding of what it means to be "A People" - One Nation was in jeopardy and in many respects, it appears we have not yet successfully resolved the troubles this question posed!
What does it mean to be a citizen then and what does it mean to be free. What is "Liberty" in our understanding and practice and what color does your skin have to be to be considered even human because, these are the questions, I submit, that hang before us still - the questions that will determine whether or not we can continue to exist as a single nation.
. . .
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Hope I'm the only one you call Beb
Every time you go to Bed
Keep it low-key with them Blues
Or listen to my lyrical Bars
You Promised to be my only
I go keep it a hundred with you Bae
You pretty thick with some big Booty
I love everything 'bout your Body
Go put on your Bikini
Lemme take you out to the Beach
Bang you hard from the Bay
With no sweeting in its coastal Breeze
surviving_pawn
TORMENTATION
Her
solitude
had
nothing
to do with
her femininity
nor her
hued skin;
rather,
it was due
to the
the demon
child
of darkened
mind:-
Her
self-imposed
chosen
isolation
glowed
with
equanimity
in
rejection
of all
peer
companionship,
irrespective
of
age
gender
transgender
ethnicity
or
political
leanings:
to choose
to
be
lonely
and
rejected
is
mean
and
to
desire
to be
is
satanically
horrendous:-
Tomorrow
i will
ask her
if
she
would
consider
being
my
friend:-
the devil swings
with the pain Billie brings
to the song of a sparrow, once lost
but heaven cries
with the drug in her eyes
and the weep of a willow's sad cost
the awed repute
of a tree's strangest fruit
never gave up its dead or it's moss
one mother's urn
sifted ash from the burn
of a tragedy's southern-most cross
shall only years
dry that muddle of tears
the torrent drowning races and sin
or will the truth
age a sweeter vermouth
let as blood on a much darker skin?
weep collected
for life, disrespected
would deluge all Jehovah's dear streams
yet not one wonder
that God's loudest thunder
will ne’er quiet that riot …
of screams.
~ for Billie Holiday ~
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the poet with GALA AI software )
black tears weep
while angels sleep
they're jealous of the light
blessed tears wept
while angels slept
he created the light
black hearts rage
an empty cage
see them hide from the light
bright hearts age
an open page
living inside the light
Breathing should be easy
Yet somehow it's the most difficult action
We shouldn't have to remind ourselves
Yet here we are
But what is the point when the world has its knees on our neck
Why fight a battle that strips us of our weapons
The expectations to submit
To actions unfit to complete
When either way our existence gets us killed
Scolded when we plead -
For human rights and equality
Peace was never an option
When survival is to watch us bleed
It's a familiar type of exhaustion
One my people know all to well
Where - we breathe and we die
Or we speak up and it's systemic suicide
Tensions suffocate the air
All we want from life is to be treated fair
Yet, atlas life is a never ending cycle -
For us, filled with chronic despair
It's hard to breathe when silence is the only option
When the words are there, but in the end we end up choking
It's always been this way, of cyclical hope then watch it slowly dissipate
Knowing we can't trust it, yet it clings to us for survival
One day maybe it'll be different story
Though let's not hold our breath
We still need it for our survival, Rome wasn't built in a day, we have to be realistic
They existed, they were here
Real people made to disappear
Hidden history, lies and erasure
For them it was protocol
For us It became normal
What really is normal
In the conversation of racism
Of different rules
When it comes to black people
It becomes opposite -
What is, is what's not
What's not is what is
A confusing cycle
We are expected to follow
When they themselves
Aren't reliable
This isn't about judicial rule
More control of a certain race of people
Don't be fooled -
By the fake smiles they draw
This is not societal
This is purely individual
If it wasn't, their morals would be total
The system of law -
Would be equal
However that is not the case at all
When eradication is their goal
It's why they deny their history of violence
It's why they bury our stories in silence
It's why they bleach the stains of their hate
It's why they burn our bodies to rid of their guilt
It's why they drown our voices in the ocean of their lies
It's why our history books are empty of our ink - just the erasure of our names
The betrayal of the white liberals
Is one so peculiar
For a party that claims allyship
Why are black people not invited
Or?
Do you already have your token
To show you are open
To the lie of progression
The covert nature of your motive
Is a secret that is no longer hidden
No tear shed for yet another innocent black victim
But outspoken to defend a republican
Then again
Birds of the same feather must stick together
The pitiful pretence of support you perform
Is evil only a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' could have
They move as if they are sleeper cell spies
Rising only for a white man's death
To them race comes before politics
White liberals 'care' until it comes to defending whiteness
They are just cowards dressed up in a cloak of 'niceness'
What? -
All to prove your differences
Or
Just as a way to boost your views
Acting like the odd one out with your 'individualistic' truths
Spare me your drawn on wounds
Especially when you have never had to walk a day in our shoes
Charlie Kirk
Breaks my heart
his death today
the bullet was not signed
as is the Zionist way
A Palestinian child denied her right
to sign the death sentence
with Gods best wishes
another terrorist fades into oblivion
Now women shut up
and make babies, your only job
that was his message
Feminist's laughing, this fool a knob
All the women already in heaven
dancing with angels of empathy
and compassion
look down and laugh this pious clown
you live by the second amendment
you die by the second amendment
Jesus will never have to see you again
finally in hells fire, you are with your own
Let my prayer be prepared,
Like angel dust,
And blaze up into heaven,
As a chariot;
So, laud an audience with God,
Who is above;
For she’s the one I want,
In my heart O’ love;
Life is so very important, a potent
inhale and exhale; even in the womb;
and who is he who dares to take life…
Who walked on the Galileean sea?
Whose feet felt the deep’s waters,
but stayed atop the rambunctious waves?
After all, who created the sea and
its boundaries? We say His name,
even when we breathe in and out.
So who dares to take out what He
has created - the effrontery in black.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
the conscientious martyrs -
those who hold up the Word of God,
not the coward’s knife, gun, or hate.
Blood mixed with tears on the cross.
*He was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace
was on Him* - you know His name.
This was peace made between
God and man; peace that riles up
all of hell. Some embrace this peace.
If you remember anyone’s name,
the martyr, likewise, would have
you recall the name of Jesus Christ.
The martyr closed his eyes and
opened them up to the one who gives life.
*from Holy Bible, book of Isaiah chapter 53
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