In case you are wondering, to whom I am addressing
I’ll clear that part for you, so you won’t have to be guessing
Aiming at the racist ones, words are my sole arsenal
And if you’re like them too, go ahead and take it personal
What I will emphasize may look to y’all as history
From humanity’s standpoint; it’s a big shame and mystery
It sure happened in the past, this ain’t a current topic
Or it’s maybe still around, hurtful and traumatic
Man was treated as goods, traded in public auctions
Disgrace was all over with no sign of conscience
Body wasn’t enough, you also wanted mind and soul
Wow! You must’ve paid a fortune to buy ’em all
Please answer me, Dear Sirs. What happened to empathy?
Do you know what the word refers? Taking the fifth already?
You never thought of yourself in the body of color
Yet gave long-*** speeches on dignity and honor
You were rough on the surface, to make them obey
Who knows how rotten in inside. And all that was okay
Captivated a race and gave them the stupid belief
That they were secondary and all they deserved was grief
Motivation was obvious; millions of things to take care
Slaves cost less than anything. You couldn’t even compare
Don’t run away now, we just heated the subject
He is a human being Mister, not a ******* object
Oh, I see, you don’t wanna face the sheer fact
That indeed your cruel ancestors attacked
These innocent African tribes for no good reason
In a barefaced manner despite the Age of Reason
And you’re not ready to redeem their deadly sin
Alright! Stand up and admit then. All humans are close kin
It’s **** important. Do you even know why?
That is to say to residues of racism bye-bye
Opportunity gap, project houses, ****** education
Are the real meanings of the word discrimination
Biased justice with never ending prejudice on Blacks
Are updated slavery forms deserving a good smack
You are mostly haughty for the things you didn’t earn
Race and color are given, but you have yet to learn
No man’s a property for your royal dynasty
Facing and accepting this takes a lot of honesty
Freedom was vague when society was stratified
Where the aristocracy were safely identified
By color, neighborhood, and school in the whole nation
In ******* good-old-days, during segregation
Do me a favor and don’t give me the cliché
That all **** sapiens had an equal say
It is not the truth even nowadays
Let alone back in those dark days
For all the years they have chosen to be violent
Slave owners don’t have the right to remain silent
Before giving me the crap on Afro-American’s wrongdoings
Let’s put you in their shoes and see how you’re doing
It’s not like Blacks need a defense from this ground
To see how they get even with you, just look around
Jazz, rap, hip hop, soul, reggae and blues for that matter
Non-black pants below waist, what a cross-cultural endeavor
Look at youngsters’ hands, when they’re saluting each other
Trust me, there is nothing white, it’s all from Black brother
In return is belittlement, denial, tyranny and attack
All while they are transforming and painting you solid Black
It all began in New York with the Harlem Renaissance
Artistic, rebellious and witty. Possibly the best response
I know what I’m talking about with absolute faith
Once my home address was 135th and 8th
Stop pompously calling this junk as modernity
It’s in fact nothing but big fat white sovereignty
Nonetheless you are more than welcome to anticipate
That in fact communities of color will emancipate
You from yourself in time, if you know what I mean
Too deep to grasp, huh? For what you have been
I can almost hear that you’re constantly asking me
While me being white, oh sorry. A brown maybe
Why on earth am I now irritating the past?
Like what happened back then is not manifest
I’m not even black, right. But in all fairness
I question the past to raise some awareness
I suppose it’s both because of my aching heart
Feeling in the history for this vile part
And also because of my Turkish nationality
That’s Europe’s Black these days, with Asian paternity
Add to that as well a keenness for reality
Truth needs to be cried out, it’s my personality
This way or that way, what difference does it make
Ignore who says it. Embrace the truth for God’s sake
Most great thinkers felt deeply for the human
With their vast and perpetual acumen
It’s not a duty assigned to philosophers only
We must do the same, so no race becomes lonely
There is no other way to the salvation of mankind
Notice it already! Don’t insist on being blind
If you’ve yet to realize what matters the most
It’s your efforts to solve the problem we diagnosed
Make no mistake, we don’t cry over spilt milk here
Action must speak louder than the words to clear
This longstanding injustice along with insincerity
A bleeding wound that is blocking solidarity
Here’s your chance to make it all right again
Treat people equally, I bet you’ll get an Amen
Kindly stop acting like nothing happened in the past
Labyrinth’s says it’s time for understanding at last
March 12th, 2019
labyrinth
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