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Crystal Worrell Jan 2017
Black Matter is a potent drug an induced state of existence omit the lives and the possessive of matter and meaning what you find is a body black in phenotype detrimental maybe even dangerous to the self or a world in which porcelain dominates every form of the masses easily influenced.


Death automatically consumes its soul because it was destined out of the womb.
When I die, the consciousness I carry I will to black people,
when I die I pray that God takes our souls to his kingdom- reviving us of our natural death, on the deadliest land an exact clone of hell in its purest form. Will we find heaven? Or will we find ourselves burning too?
The black body must know hell before heaven, has known peril before redemption, has known...

Blood: lift and drop; a sudden breeze.
Bone: the other was looking at —
Bone: cradled to catch drips
Has known policing of the body and has always known “forgiveness”.

But do not be weary

“Let us see the bodies,” they say.
  Dec 2016 Crystal Worrell
And when you're feeling
less than beautiful,
I'll be the mirror reflecting
back the constellations in your veins.
You were born of the cosmos, darling.
Don't let a little stardust in your
eyes blind you from the truth.
-Shakti o.m.
Crystal Worrell Dec 2016
Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,  
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,  
The singers and workers that never handled the air.  
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the *******-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,  
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

Abortions will not
Let you remember the child
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
Crystal Worrell May 2016
She is magic and melanin
***** and calloused hands
She'll nurture a nation beyond compare
Before your eyes she'll transform minds
You will marvel at her beauty
You will hate her for her intellect
But she'll love everyone before herself
Even him with his melanin and magic
That he may be blind too.
Crystal Worrell Feb 2016
Take back the night
And fold your screams
Into the creases of your lungs
Rid yourself of the darkness
There is no radiance in your flesh

Overly pigmented
An abundance of melanin
Brown and Black flesh
Strip your surface
And become colorless
Bleach until you bleed
Porcelain white, light

They want you to become ghostly
Figurines that clone their actions
Speak with their diction
Adapt their vernacular
Black Ebonics is the devil
Is the darkness
Like the black and brown pigment
Light and Lighter are Holy
So strip they say

Trade your tongue for theirs
For purity
To live
A life where your skin has value
Where they will not shed your blood
For proper living

Where they will not lynch your bones
In the backyards of the white hoods
With white masks and holes for eyes
In the streets where the blue suits slay
For fear
They do not see you
Because you've become colorless
For purity
To live
To speak with their diction

Strip they say
Take back the night
Into the creases of your lungs
Where they will never lynch your bones
In the backyard
Where you rid yourself of darkness
Because in your blackness
There is radiance in your flesh
Crystal Worrell Jan 2016
Black man run bare feet,
Like hot coals jumpin' beneath his soles
You can take his body, but not his soul.
I am a black girl, whose body is void of soul,
They stampede-crushed it beneath their feet.
I have marked death under their soles.

***** and ridden black, black soles
***** and ridden black, black souls,
Death lingers in the path, led by your feet

Unknown to the soul, without soles, without feet

— The End —