The American people are lotuses Grown out of the murk We’re periwinkle pretty, but we have residue on some of our petals And one could drain the swamp, but we’d still be in it, withering in the harsh sunlight They could select only the fairest lotuses to be preserved, but nature would be disturbed, mutated The indigo birds that drink our nectar would be betrayed Then they too would leave us And leave the aphids without prey In the absence of deep pink flowers nature would start to cave in on itself and white-hot turmoil would fester and procreate So invaluable to us is our gradient of flowers They were meant to be part of our roots, their magentas and mauves keep us balanced Keep us from turning over into the muddy water where sunlight cannot grace our petals.
This poem was first published by the America Library of Poetry in their 2019 student anthology, Futures.
The burning sensation of those word were hard to digest Sorrow, Tear, How **** can I be Black is Beauty I say…to whom they say
Midnight! Midnight!.. you are as dark as Midnight I'm haunted by those words, As they stuck to me like fresh sap from a tree.. I’m drowning, I’m drowning, I can’t get free, those words will forever trail me..
They trailed me; they jarred me, Blackie Tutu! Blackie Tutu! How can kids be so cruel using skin color as a tool I held my own and stayed cool for I knew has long I was in this school my fate was doom.
Pickey-Pickey head! was the melody of the song I listened allowing the word to sink into my soul The beat made me sick and I knew this one would also stick I Looked up to the sky wondering why No! No! No! Woman don’t cry Be an African and hold your pride…
Hands by my side, I held my head up high I found the fight within me, Stone faced Killer bee I faced the music and it set me free On the attack I had them flee…using word to conquer thee I carried on knowing freedom wasn’t free and then Like bolt of lightning it occurred me To defeat them I had to BELIEVE in ME
My child doesn’t need to behave. Yours can be consigned to a grave. My child is a bully, and that’s OK Yours shouldn’t be in public anyway! My child should go to any school he wants Others only if they don't choose to flaunt. Too bad if yours suffers misery, We whites will just re-write history.
We prefer blacks go away and roam Because we won’t finance their home! We point to **** days like Attica Then tell them to go back to Africa. Don’t bother with a Freedom Bus! Equal rights is only for us! Interracial relationships sicken, Just a case of the plot thickens!
None of this outrage would be true If it was what whites get subjected to! All that **** about White Supremacy Has not one claim on legitimacy. It’s totally wrong down to the ground, Just an excuse to keep others down. Criminalizing rights protestors Is a social outrage altogether!
People at this stage in history Still so unevolved is tragedy. To even utter these hateful words Are among the ugliest ever heard. They only have themselves to blame That they still remain the same. It’s up to them to accept the challenge And work to put mankind in balance!
They chose to call it The Freedom Tree Because in their ultimate wisdom They felt it represented all of mankind And their famous bid for freedom. But all the while they didn’t really intend For all the people to enjoy it. They meant the right people in their laws And selectively chose to employ it.
It stood in the center where battles were And where some patriots had died And from the beginning they ignored many And abused them far and wide. They argued that they were not really people These of color or unaccepted belief Then subjected them to the very horror they Themselves had come here for relief.
So this was The Freedom Tree so named By some kind of patriotism that chooses Who gets to live, and love and prosper And in the end, decide who loses. Maybe they should have chosen a name That said what they thought was right; Maybe the name should have been The Tree of Freedom For Everyone White.
If every black person disappears you will not be any richer. If every Jew disappears from the country you will not be any smarter. If everyone brown person disappears you will not lI’ve any longer. If every yellow person disappears you will not be any holier.