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Taken from Wakanda rich, forced on a ship, let
the fifth amend begin, black lives for cash, moon kissed
midnight flesh driven downward, their passage last class;
into designated despair with a sting of lash.
Oppressed then separated, exasperated tears fall from blue
black faces that cry upward, into blue black places, southern
abyss, oh how long, will this go on! Forever it seems,
pain increases imagination, fueling royal blue dreams.
The best were found bathing in shekinah glory, flowing up
south the Hapi river, snatched and given no name,
soon Kings became sharecroppers, Queens became mammies,
from crowns to chains.
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Prose
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WAKANDA…
naw America! Armed with a cellphone or a knock off CD
License to carry…
Don’t shoot just showing you my ID
"He's got a gun…"
22 shots fired both hands above the head
No conviction News read just another Gangster dead
He's a child…
Somebody's son…left in the street to bleed
He could have survived…
But you chuckled when he scream I CANT BREATH
Daughter buckled in watching from the back seat
Mom behind the drivers wheels… shaking him "WAKE UP PLEASE!!!"
Local PD hunting a minority on some type of internal vendetta
Shots fired life loss on camera watching PD plant the weapon
Court filled with mothers of victims
"The police killed our children…"
How does one get acquitted, 3 week vacation, and that just the tip of the iceberg
But it's America until we demand a WAKANDA
So well always fall slave to the system…
Minority in the streets but majority In the prisons
I had a Dream once too but what you did to my ancestry
White people are mad about 9/11
But we cant be mad about our history
13th amendment gives us freedom
What amendment gives white people freedom
Awww ok!!!
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Free verse
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Earth is sad
Flesh is sand
Shadow is black
My skin is dark.
Black man down
White man's town
Tweets and Hashtags
Protests and Blackcards,
But the system is Prejudiced
Jury men in white ridged caps and black cape cloaks-
take sides with the pale folks.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Faint whispers of freedom cries
Because, Czarian chiefs grip my throat like ties
Professing Caucasian supremacy over Zulu tribes
Painting false decrees on the canvas of ecclesiastical tiles.
I can't breathe; No, I can't breathe-
Passed on to brutal Marshals in uniforms
Whippings of batons and golf clubs-
weepings from stabs that felt like unicorns,
Cell bound cus they broke the knobs-
Where silver bracelets and orange suits is the new fashion.
How you expect me to breathe?
When white sheriffs are on the throats of Negroes
Treyvon Martin, Yassin, George, all fallen Heroes.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you GEORGE me by the color of my skin-
and mock me on the pictures of big screens.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you call me racist-
Cus my black thoughts are on white sheets.
How you expect me to breathe?
When you manipulated theories that I came from the apes-
and traded me as SLAVES to raise the stakes.
Wakanda against the Euro coasts.
My sovereignty lies in the hands of political swines,
Democrips and Rebloodicans
Freemasons and Technocrats
Undergods and the mainstream giants.
Blacks and whites
There's a need for us to unite
Like black boards and white chalks.
But I'm the one you keep writing on
But I'm the one you keep riding on.
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BREATHE.
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© Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.
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