In a world full of snakes
How do you tell which is poisonous
Each identical
Yet some harmful
In a world full of political parties
How do we know which one is all inclusive
Different paths
But the same ending?
In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become identity
In a world of corrupt politicians
How do you decide which one is genuine
Are they playing nice for their campaign?
It's hard to trust when they've no shame
In a world that favours white
How do we expect change
When history is the same
When past and present live in the same age
In a world that fights for power
How do we become equal
When the world is against black people
When life is a climb to superiority
In a world that lives in delusion
How do we escape ego
When they are blinded by privilege
When they lead without reason
Black without a mask
What would it look like to be black without a mask?
Would it look like freedom?
Or would they laugh?
At our attempt to be ourselves
To feel like we can tell the world
That we are fighting back
That we are tired of being attacked
That we are human and you should respect that
Maybe it would feel like a weight removed
Like entering a sunlit room
Like when flowers finally bloom
Like when the sky shows you the moon
And you know it's time to for bed
And you can rest your head
After a long day That had you stressed
What would it feel to burn that mask ?
Would it feel cathartic
Being black and being free from the curse of having to act robotic
In a world that wants us to shrink
And overthink our emotions
Maybe it would feel like letting go of a deep breath
Or waking up from a nap refreshed
If only racism didn't exist
We wouldn't have to dream of this
We'd have the privilege
Of freeing our emotions
after Privilege of Being by Robert Haas
A tipping point of too many
are talking harshly. Down below,
demon-dead in the unstirred inferno
and perdition of animal thirsting
are coiling one another's tails in response.
They are honeyed vermillion and covered
in trim the texture of hot picamar.
They espy up all the time
at the graceless rapture—
it must sound to them like cold butter
dancing across a cast iron skillet.
Then one voice—she is about to shout—
takes the man's rigid hand and says,
listen to me, and he does.
Or is it the man caressing loose
the gravelly noose of anger?
Anyway, they do,
they listen to each other:
two minds with matured mediums,
hungry to be heard, to be fed by the frisson
of recognition, their skin sizzling with it—
brutal words turned into kindness
by well-intended touches,
and the gossiping, nosy dead are derelict
and growing deaf. They hate it.
They scream a chivvy about injustice
that breaks no skin, but frays the veil
between
what's bone and broth—
a warning, a dirge, a hiss of envy
worse than silence.
Well first of you have to be black
So if your not sorry about that
I guess you're just gonna have to be believed
I know for once your not included
How does it feel not to be the centre of attention
I guess it must be hard having white privilege
Oh and also being favoured
And no I'm not joking
Anyways back to the point
Black girls listen up
So what you are gonna need to is just open your mouth
Cause they don't like that
They'll call you violent
Kicker is they hate when your also silent
And use that as an excuse to discredit us
To dismiss us
They do this intentionally
So people won't believe us
I know
How scandalous
You're also gonna have to just exist
Yeah this one's gonna be the easiest
To accomplish
Us living apparently really hurts them
So they are probably gonna do everything
To make sure our voices are ignored by everyone
Because who is society going to believe
I'll give you a hint
The ones who have privilege
Sucks don't it
Well that's how you know you're doing something right
Cause remember we don't want to be believed
I mean it really is just that easy
Because when you're black
You're automatically not believed
Travel is not a right
But a privilege, thus spoke Zarathustra
In his most late incarnation
Travelling is tied with applying
But it’s more than ridiculous to ask for privileges.
Especially since the answer is known.
Zarathustra's commodity is hate
I'm not tempted to support his drama
Let those who agree to pay
Have the privilege.
Though, according to Zarathustra's logic
The right to privilege is not legalised
Kneel down, travellers
Someday you'll be pitied
You’ll get the right to buy
The burning date for the bus tour
To the most privilaged holy places
There you may take some selfies
Get the table to eat outside
The same instant meal
That you can have in your hometown
At half a price
Afterwards you’ll get the AI reminders
Sort of “remember that day?”
a green forest…
void of man
full of nature
a tranquil peace
washes over me
stress at its least
the trees tower over me
the clear creek trickles towards the river
where the salmon are free
don’t take nature for granted
for it’s a privilege
for you and me
I have never been arrested,
abused, discarded, neglected.
All because someone protested,
it’s my color they detested.
I have always been protected,
accepted, respected, vested.
Civil rights never molested,
my freedom never contested.
No one has ever suggested,
because I’m black I’m now suspected.
To be so badly infected,
that it cannot be corrected.
Let this message be digested,
if we want this life perfected.
We must all become connected,
to a world that’s not divested.
Waking up every morning with breath
God selected me
I really am not sure why
At times I want to question him
However he never seems to leave or say goodbye
He loves me in my imperfections
He loves me in my faults
The privilege is that he died for me
He died without a second thought.
One day even
I myself do know
Everything and everything
I have taken for granted
Up until this point now
As ungrateful misguided mistaken privilege
Will all be taken away
Without me be given a second chance
And upon that fateful day and time
All of my gratitude , thanks and appreciation
Won't matter a single damn at all
Because I will at that point realize
Could have should have don't count
Sorry to late unfortunately
Tomorrow for you was yesterday
Representative Jamaal Bowman sets off a fire alarm in the House Chamber
rips down the 'Emergency' signs
heads for the hills
Doesn't apologize 'til the police nab him ... then AOC whines
'Jamaal was confused'
A clearcut case of 'white privilege' turned on its head
Even KINDERGARTENERS know not to pull an alarm that's red!
Perhaps Jamaal never attended elementary school
While AOC thinks she can play us all for fools
This things aren't free.
You walk around thinking it belongs to you,
like it was handed to you, like they are your due.
These things aren't free.
You need to earn your pay,
the food you eat, your rent,
right up to the very air you breath.
These things are not free.
For free will mean offered,
inherited or handed over.
For free because another person paid them
or worked to have them for ya. But
These things are not free
We work, to pay for life
We work to earn the right
To eat, to sleep, to be
Able to live the life we wish, even if
These things are not free
Some have knowledge of these
Some understand the no free lunch theory
And they learn mercy, they learn to give
The rewards of their labour,
to others
for free
and then there came upon him
a certain nothingness
sadness and anhedonia have taken over
the latter sounding so godly in vain
the blues have become
a dirty synesthetic cacophonia
with emptiness screaming
a gut wrenching noise
a dagger of unkindness
balances at the fulcrum
the jester in him calls upon crisis
as a turning point
to what and to where
and yet he is privileged
when the numbness recedes
for glimpses of moments
as he looks into the bright lights
of an oncoming train
of thoughts feelings emotion
as he settles for another sleepless night
08th June 2023
T’was “a day that will live in infamy”
January sixth twenty twenty-one
“The Other America” waved its flag
Her darker brothers witness the privilege
On a daily basis throughout their lives
When they see Black skin, they see chattel
People around the world witnessed the day
See Two Americas show their dismay
Privilege unleashed his punch against privilege
Does America specialize in hate?
He ripped off the sheets exposing the weight
Can’t put that genie back in the bottle
He hides well inside White plight whining crime
You really think there’d be no consequence?
We walked around an upscale town
To pass the time of day.
Our grandson’s learning chess and he’d
An hour left to play.
The stores all catered to the rich,
With home goods, clothes and jewels,
While everybody passing by
Played by those privileged rules.
Designer shoes and t-shirts,
Brand-new weekend-wear attire,
All purchased, when compared to mine,
At prices vastly higher.
Instead of envy, what I felt
Was borderline disgust
At lifestyles that I saw embodied
By the upper crust.
The lesson ended and we took
A destination ride
For ice cream, still in town, but on
The much less ritzy side.
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