Long Black person Poems
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They hate us not because we’re bad but because we are everything they cannot be
Because while they stew in their own misery
Formed from their own jealousy
We live life fully
Because that’s the beauty of Black people
We create joy where joy has been locked out
Then try to hide it through false superiority
Whilst trying to convince the world and themselves
That being black equaled inferiority
Because if black people were truly inferior there’d be no need to work this hard to suppress us
Because while they drown in the rain
We dance in it
We take each rain drop
To feed the earth that breeds life
That brings joy into our existence
Just like black people
We paint the blue back into the sky
We make the flowers bloom just through our smiles
The trees come to life as soon as it feels our presence
We are the love the earth craves
So when we give it
It's gives gratitude through elemental beauty
They seethe in anger
Their spirits Soaked in venom
Jealous
That nature is on our side
How it enhances our beauty
But dies in the presence of their hate
They hate not having control of the earth
And it's reaction to their existence
Because their egos can't handle the thought
Of being lesser than a black person
To which they use their tears
To poison the ground
The ignorant feed of
To distort their image
Of who is the real villain
But that's what happens when you build a system
Funded by racism
That has been around longer than intellectualism
My mind was once tranquil lavender...
An equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter depending upon the issue at hand.
Recently it's blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the bleating.
Think only like the riotous others...
And to this, the louder I'll speak.
I've been scolded and told I was born a racist.
Because my plumage is snow white.
But I've never painted a black person a thug.
I only judge by how one leads their life...
My heart has always been with the underdog.
Until they revived Jim Crow law
until they ran their mouths
shouted me down
kicked my heart about
like a rusted tin can.
I've been muzzled for endless months.
via a masked campaign of corruption and deception.
Been quarantined -jabbed again and again.
With marginal medicine and shady remedies.
They've threatened both livelihood and liberties.
My freedom and right just to be...
They've treated me as an animal.
Branded by their political blade.
Across the nape of freedom.
For the sake of power and
the God almighty dollar-
My Second Amendment is always under fire.
From the rose colored, self-righteous rioting crowd.
Now I wear a perpetual-conspiratorial frown.
My tongue inflamed with high-caliber rounds.
You've poked the eagle-ruffled its nest.
Now it's been fully awakened by the blowtorch
You've rammed inside its once peaceful head,
Its long dormant talons slowly unfurling.
Honing its beak on the starry stone of liberty...
Because for decades you've force-fed it.
A concoction of plastic-philosophical blues.
Now it's crowned in a shade of blood red.
It flies even higher and calls ever louder.
Because you've poked it -prodded and mocked it.
Until its patience completely bled out.
They make the stereotype of the loud and angry black woman seem bad
But why has nobody questioned who made us like that
The language they use to belittle us
Our mouths hand stitched with silence
And the box of requirements we are shoved into
Threatened by the mark of violence
Yes I am loud and no I will never be quiet
The fire you tried to extinguish burns brighter
I will not be condemned to a life of empty sound
Just because you don't like how one word from me can crumble your empire
Built of stolen voice and compliance
Yes I am loud and yes I won't be silent
Our voices the threat to your generational violence
And if me being black and proud
Equals loudness
Then I am so proud of my blackness
Because my voice echos generations of black power
Of words spoken through the strength of those before me
Yes I am loud but that is my legacy woke up to see
Another death, another black body
Yes I am angry and have every right to be
When all we have done is emit a welcoming energy
And we're met with colonisation and inequality
Not to forget your continuous brutality
Yes I am angry, you will not make me the villain
When you are the ones with a history of violence
Calling us criminals
Can you not see the irony
When we present peace
And you present inferiority masked by a face of envy
Yes I am angry, I have every right to be
You call us poor but trap us in poverty
We shared our wealth then stole all our money
You claimed democracy then campaigned tyrany
Then take the opportunity
To abuse your power against us once we claim mutiny
So yes I am angry as I should
When you killed my people
But didn't even have the guts to say sorry
Yes I am angry and every black person Is allowed to be
Because we deserve reparations and we deserve an apology
Yes I am loud
And yes I am angry
That is who I am and I accept that fully
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
look at me, what do you see, look at me
when I look at you, I see a pinkish looking person
but you prefer to be called white
I see you for all that you are, and all that you endeavor to be
look at me
when you look at me you see a black person
but you prefer to say that you see no color at all
look at me
when you say that you see no color at all, your saying that I do not exist
look at me
your degrading me and trying to make me feel insignificant
not worthy of you even saying that you see me for the black woman that I am
look at me
for I am someone with so many good qualities to offer my community
look at me
with a smile on your face, you call yourself my friend
"yes my friend" you know exactly who I am
for the blood that runs through your veins also runs through mine
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of mother Afrika!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the first peoples of the Americas!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I am the Great granddaughter of the European slave owners!
look at me, what do you see, look at me
I embrace all that I am, for I know who I am
His mind was an abyss
Of emotions
And endless questions
Of the world around him
He wasn't much of a speaker
But he was definitely a thinker
His mind was a safe place
Where he could speak freely
Without being harmed
He hated the outside world
He was scared if he stepped outside
He was afraid the racists might strike
So instead he would hide
In the comfort of the inside
He focused on his survival
And to him that meant control
Even if his mental health took a toll
This fear for a black person was normal
Living life shouldn't be a struggle
But he wasn't even safe in his home
In his dreams his fears wouldn't leave him alone
And when he woke up he was haunted by the nightmares he had come to known
He was also scared to leave his family alone
He was extremely afraid of the unknown
Which led to his need for control
This is what the system does
It instills fear in us
Until our minds have turned to the darkness
And their hatred consumes us
Until we are a shell of what was
And that is one of the ways they kill us
burn it.
Burn it.
BURN IT.
All of it,
Every single system,
Every single institution,
Every single building, built by the blood of Black hands.
Violence was a language they understood -
All too well,
So fire is the message we send back
Peace was never an option,
When war was a crime forged against us -
The very people who built their empire.
Blood shackled hands,
Tear stricken faces of the ancestors,
Each tear drop the glue of each cement brick,
Every building burnt - an act of justice,
Every building burnt - a form of reparations
Every system burnt, is justice served
Violence was the only answer -
To the oppressors acts of discrimination,
Of Black bodies strung, hung and burned,
Of every act of racism,
Of every Black person - murdered,
For the simple act of being Black in this world
Anger, the emotion of the unheard,
When words won't work, it speaks through hurt
Peace was never an option - when the hate you give continues to burn
When the hands you touch, turns to ashes
Anger becomes validation, for when comfort is a luxury not afforded
Outcasted, into the shadows, our pain overlooked
Anger, an echo of ancestral hurt,
Of justice unserved -
The rights of black people, constantly burned
This the reason why peace can no longer be an option
Anger is our self-made reparations
We decide how we recover,
We decide how to heal
We decide our emotions
Dictation is the tool of the weak, abused by our oppressors
We feel what we feel due to their racism
The way we deal, was never our fault
It was the world that forced us into survival
Our healing will be their downfall
Anger is one of our greatest weapons
It is the fuel for every revolution,
This is what gives every movement energy
It travels in our blood, in each blood vessel
Anger is necessary to our survival -
Because to be a conscious black person, is to live in a constant state of anger
All white Westerners and Western ideas are inherently evil
Indigenous peoples are all naturally kind and good 24/7
White Western governments are all systemically racist
It is biologically impossible for a black person to be racist
Only whites murder blacks. Black men never kill other black people.
White males should be permitted to exist only as an underclass
Abraham Lincoln was solely responsible for 639,000 deaths, the murderer
Fidel Castro's regime oversaw a dramatic increase in literacy in Cuba
Zionism and Judaism promote apartheid and the murder of Palestinians
Police departments must be eliminated the world over
Prisoners everywhere must be released, their prisons destroyed
The Western model of the nuclear family must be eradicated
These are all eternal truths
They replace Mao's little red book
I have burned Mao's little red book
The lines above are my new bible
(July 03, 2020)
Month Two of the First Year of the Republic of CHAZ/CHOP
She had straightened her hair,
She had to seem more ‘presentable’
No longer were her curls, wild and free,
Now tamed by expected conformity
She was the only black girl in the room,
The atmosphere suffocated by others judgement,
They whisper and laugh -
Yet she still remains professional
She has no other option,
She gives a polite, strained smile
She has to keep calm,
She can’t give a reaction
She doesn’t have the privilege,
To defend herself without any issues,
She patiently waits, her eyes on the clock
Waiting for the moment prove herself for the job
Now it is her turn - she enters the room,
She sits down, then smiles at the interviewer,
She is qualified, miles ahead of the other participants,
Despite her being the most qualified, she won’t be considered
She did extremely well,
Not one stutter,
She was impressive,
But they already had a ‘diversity’ hire
A secret rule,
Is one black person,
Just so HR can’t accuse of racism,
As soon as she leaves, her resume is ripped up