They want our rhythm but not our blues
They envy our natural melanin yet tan too
We wear our style and they call it hood
They copy it now and say it’s all good
They want to erase our heroes and heroines
Because there’s a power in the skin we’re in
King, Tubman, Malcom X, Garvey and more are
Past heroes guiding future black American stars
They say it’s DEI and continue to denim deny
Racist goals and faulty souls as the reason why
Black is resilient beautiful and brilliant so true
You enslaved raped murdered hate, we don’t need you
R evealing
A trophic
Y eilds
Man-ufactured
C-onspiracys?
G raft?
O paqely
V-iewed'
E verymans
R ecognition
N ecessary
Oh, frightful word scribed at the end
The finger-painting mannequin
Composed a message to his love,
From ink he’d made of his own blood!
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.
I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.
A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.
I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
He grabbed his double barreled shotgun and I was shot.
He threw my corpse down his well and there it would rot.
When I was killed, I became a ghost.
Revenge was what I wanted the most.
And I got exactly what I wanted.
That man committed suicide after being haunted.
I haunted him for months and he couldn't take it anymore.
He shot himself in the head and his corpse fell to the floor.
I haunt that man's house on Halloween, I haunt it once a year.
If you come to this house on Halloween, you will experience fear.
That man murdered me and when he died, he went straight to Hell.
Stay away from this house on Halloween or I will haunt you as well.
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
the colour pink from
the fading blushing cheeks
of broken angels
breath sucked away
school bells toll death
dark creatures Dementors
pistol legions burning parades
constant and strong
now fly in weekly
through open doors
Le Diablo pats the ombré backs
of quacking leaders
their passive bills carrying bullets
too late the redeemable exchange
as the world is painted black
days of darkness
forget the colour grey
hearts cut on silent shores
watch the horror unfolding
shocked for words
terrified sorrow turns appalled
the nightmare never goes away
All the music murdered
as the Empire falls
suffer the little children
its beautiful ones
harmonies all slaughtered
innocent symphonies
silenced in scores
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Luke 18:15-17
Matthew 18:10-14
You call her a mother; she lives on earth
I sensed the level of her duty
With due regard of honour, she: a mirth
I call her the murdered yet a beauty
All the pains of living for another
All mothers living a life bewildered
Many flee near when they could not further
Physical absence but present blizzard
None is worth to cause her forget her wards
Of all is to strengthen her course the more
Never for once cease coming afterwards
Peace be unto all mothers in this war
Laughing out loud to play with her children
To make all smile even she cries inside
Taking unto challenges through the glen
To make you cope with stress when so distressed
The auto strength of the beauty goddess
Get not exhausted till the last breath drop
The grace that fuels her willing sacrifice
Makes her feel better handling each sound flop
God bless all mothers and mothers to be
To eat plentiful the fruit of their labors
Cause thy favor to shine on all, I plea
And turn around a new leaf the sabres
Happy mother's day!
© 2020
® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Hair on my neck stood on end
A woman being murdered?
It’s a bobcat’s scream
Mercilessly, no ifs, ands, buts -
His wife of one year, who is nuts,
Coldcocks him with a paper tube.
What’s worse from this wife, who’s a boob,
Her killing’s done with paper cuts.
12/18/2021
Sorry the title is sensational and misleading…chuckle
They try to steal our days.
They try to steal our nights.
They try to steal our hope.
They try to steal our pride.
Before it’s too late to realise.
Look into your children’s eyes.
Take that image into your night.
Imprint it on your mind.
See the dark behind the stars.
Listen to history scream it’s warning cries.
They will try to steal their days.
They will try to steal their nights.
They will kill their hopes and pride.
They will destroy your loved ones lives.
In the dark of the night, death came calling,
propelling me through a tunnel of light!
My life on review, with myself judging,
comprehending now, through spherical sight,
that on aligning with love, soul shines bright!
‘Shed ego, even if it be murder’,
was counsel I received from the elder.
Back through the tunnel, I did as was told,
vaporising desire in realms upper.
Murder of ego, destiny foretold!
27-January-2021
Murder in the tunnel poetry contest
I was murdered by an escaped convict for no good reason the other day.
It was not nice, and it made me unhappy, and I wanted to get away.
But I jumped up instead, and I hit my crumby mean murderer on the head.
A little too hard, I guess, for now I am lying in a dingy jail bed.
I am tired of being murdered by these idiots. It always makes me mad.
I guess this time the murderer realized I too can be a little big and bad.
My thoughts
Chase away my dreams
Now turned to nightmares
Full of screams
When will my life
Come to an end?
Will I be the one to stop it?
Is this all just pretend?
He comes from the shadows
Makes no noise
I let him get to me
I am overjoyed
Will he do
What I cannot?
End my life
Let my body rot?
My smile is full
His hands do not waver
I say a silent goodbye
He is my death-filled
Life saver
Part of me was determined to paint canvases all day. My plan was to leap out of bed and begin
A glorious day of painting using all of my favorite colors – especially oranges, yellows, pinks, and purples.
Let’s get out there yells the planning part of my brain.
The lazy part of me began arguing loudly.
Not out there!
It is too bright.
Stay inside.
Safe, behind black out drapes.
In mole-like limbo, I have been languishing without light unless you count the TV.
For eight hours I have sat in a recliner, clicking through show after show.
None uplifting, most violent or sad.
A letter comes from my doctor via my husband who has ventured to the mailbox.
There is a nasty tone to it.
Apparently I had missed an appointment.
Unless she hears back in four days, our relationship is over.
Okay by me. I was getting tired of listening to her talk about herself anyway.
I turn off the TV and open the front door.
The light overwhelms me.
Intimidated, the melancholy side of me urges me to take a nap.
Painting will have to wait until inspiration and enthusiasm return.
Both had been aptly murdered by me today.
How could I not ever see
My life would be painfully
Full of wrong, sorrow and sadness
No love, happiness or gladness
Would find me cause from the start
My young fragile broken heart
Would be used time and again
For selfish reasons full of sin
That should not be put upon
A weak heart that isn't strong
Enough to defend it from
All the damage you have done
From my birth to teens and more
Leaving me broken and sore
How could you treat me so mean
All the torture I have seen
A role model you were not
Tearing my whole world apart
Because of you I can not stand
Being near another man
It is frightful when one's near
My minds saying to beware
Of the things that he might do
See what you have put me through
No relationships I've had
It is scary and so sad
Because I will never know
The real love someone can show
As nightmares of any guy
Make me quiver, freak and cry
I'll forever be alone
From all the "love" you have shown
Murdered me with your love
Murdered me with your lies
I could see the rage when I looked into your eyes
You told me that you loved me
but I just wanted to leave.
"Why can't you just be happy" you ask
While pushing me to my knees
Always playing the victim
You're good at playing that game
Lies of mistreatment; lies and untruths
All I ever wanted was away from your abuse.
That night I planned to leave
That night my plan was perfect
But you found out and rallied your crew
You said I couldn't leave, you said we weren't through
I managed to escape you
And locked myself in a room
But you had other plans
And I knew my fate was doomed
You pryed open my door
And I tried to keep it shut
But your crew breached the second entry
And I knew my time was up
You stood behind the gun;
You pointed it in my direction
You pulled the trigger;
And took my life
You took it with just one finger
You claimed my death was suicide
But we both know the truth
You continue to play the victim
But now they're on to you!
Written By: Kristin Bordelon
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