Connections seem to slip
through my hands.
And I feel myself disappearing
with every splish-splosh.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
I feel paper thin,
Like if I'm put against light
I'm see through.
I feel like smoke,
As though I could evaporate with a puff of air.
I feel temporary,
As though my presence is remembered
In fits and spurts- never constant.
Have you ever been in a room
Full of people,
But felt completely and utterly alone?
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
White body kills Black body
But no body saw a thing.
Every body has an opinion
But no body has the truth.
White body thought that it could
Beat the blackness out of Black body
But Black body stayed black.
Black body cried out,
"Some body! Please! Help!
This violates ****** rights!"
But still, no body heard a thing.
White body has weapons
It inherited from its ancestors:
Police
White Privilege
Justice System
Freedom
Hypocrisy
Lies
Gun.
Black body had a weapon too:
None
White body stays free, remorseless
While Black body lies in the ground.
White body's name is America.
Black body's name was Black Body.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Smile!
It's not so bad!
Relations today are better than they were fifty years ago!
That's not a consolation because
Our existence has always been an unfortunate one.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
The beauty about being black
Is that I have tears and scars and
anxiety and violations and incarcerations
and fear and joy and love and
music and resilience and hope
and triumph and defeat and
defiance and perseverance and
intelligence and diligence and
adaptability and understanding
All woven through my being, my skin
My essence
That could not be stripped away
In 400 years.
I am a living embodiment of all
these emotions
Passed down from my ancestors
to my grandparents to my parents to
Me.
Black people cannot be brought down
Because we are the backbone of a nation.
We are the lifeblood of its people.
We possess a magic that no other people
Can attain because we attained it
Through suffering and more suffering
And more suffering after that when we
thought we couldn't possibly suffer any
longer.
We survive and will continue to survive
Because that is our creed, our way of life
We possess a rare entity
Unattainable to anyone else
It's strictly ours.
It's one of the few things we have been
able to preserve-
Magic.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 11:22 AM UTC
My little brother will do certain things
In public
That I have to stop him from doing.
I can't explain to him why he can't
Or why it's wrong
Because I don't even know the reasons
Myself.
He's so used to people judging him
For his "invisible" condition
That he doesn't know that his visible one
Is being
Black.
His "invisible condition is called
"Autism."
He and I share that same visible condition
But my "invisible" one-
It's called, "Being conditioned to know
That my condition is being
Black."
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
It's not until recently
That I realize
How hard it's always been for you.
The moments I had taken for granted
Seem like fiction in my own made up fantasy,
But I know what it feels like.
You have always been yearning for a glimpse,
A taste, a sight
Of friendship.
It's not until now,
When I'm alone and friendless,
That I see how hard it must have always been for you.
I'm sorry for taking your pain for granted,
For never truly understanding
Until now.
I'm so, so sorry.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
What should I do?
What should I...
What should...
What?
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
We get told that Slavery was a lie
I’m crying on the inside
Because on the outside all you see is my complexion
But as Kendrick Lamar says, “Complexion don’t mean a thing.”
Learn from this
I’m not one to miss
There are so many like me
That get lost in the abyss
Of hatred
Of Racism
Of ignorance-of pride
I’m done getting tossed to the side
My feelings are relevant
They’re not fantasy
I just don’t understand why you can’t see-
Scratch that I do
Y’all don’t want to admit
That I’ve caught up to you
I know I’m the ****
You don’t want to hear the fact that you’re wrong
Ignoring a person’s struggles is making the white man strong
He wants this! He wants my pain
He feeds off my struggle, my cries for help are in vain
I try to ask for but get pushed aside
For the next black person to stand in line
Our feelings are legitimate
They’re like a covenant
Between what I want and what is now
Now we have black boys and girls slaughtered like cows
We don’t matter to this country
Our lives are dark matter
That’s why we chant “Black Lives Matter!”
Please just listen
I don’t know how much more I can take
I need someone to understand
That blacks are a dying race
Our culture’s being taken, assimilated
While millions of us are incarcerated-
Please listen!
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC