#philandocastile
I can only infer you
speak of my skin
this beautiful brown
this lovely melanin?
Yes. Father’s no more,
now long gone, but before
he departed he worked
himself to the bone
straying not a day
from home.
As for my colour
you must be blind
the contorted
black darkness
you perceive
has never been mine.
Why is this hue such
an affront to you?
policemen, judge, jury
school-teachers too?
Now it is said
we’re real-good actors;
for we play many a part,
but you pay no mind
to such sentiment nor
proverbial heart-to-heart.
No sah!
Mistake not my
composure for failed
advance, blink once
*& I’ll lick you down
given half the chance!*
But then you, your ilk
and your briers sown
would just rise again
with sated verbal abuse
& agenda obtuse.
Lawd O’ Mercy
I want off this
deadly semantic
merry-go-round.
Go home!! N * * * * r!!!
Seething; they scream!
...there goes another
coloured criminal
KILLED
for being created
a shade of Eden's
dust of the ground.
Divine-rich-bloodied
melanite brown.
So, when you insult me
I can only infer,
you
speak of my skin;
this beautiful brown,
this lovely melanin.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
So as fate would have it they would have it they would take us from our borders
They brought us in as slaves so that we could toil for the hoarders
They put chains on our wrists til we rose our fists
No longer would this pain make our children slit their wrists
Times have changed but some things stayed the same
Some walk around unaware that they’re just wearing a different chain
We became the entertainers, we became the “ballers”
While our slavemasters became the businessman, still the shot callers
Just a monkey with a ball, On the rise it seems, but still we fall
What more can we be?
Can our eyes still see?
Cause when I look at my people in the eyes
I see souls that are satisfied
I see souls that have been pacified
Dreams once in the air but now on the ground
Look around my people, see who wears the crown
Cause our people continue to die and no one makes a sound
Can you say their names?
Can you feel the pains?
Can you feel the agony of a hundred thousand black souls lost for America’s gain?
Will you stand and fight?
Cause a Black America United oh what a sight!
Imagine the might! That we would wield?
With a fire in our hearts that could bend steel
Only then could our 200 year old wounds heal
Only then could we appeal and be apart of this nation under God.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
What is it about me
that stops you from seeing
the good in these bones, in this body,
in this skin so black
that it gives you heart attacks
to the point that you feel the need
to attack our hearts, our chests, our arms,
our backs with your weapons of hate.
"Please","stop", "wait"
are all foreign to you
when uttered by these big lips
on this black face.
Perhaps, that is all you see.
A black face.
But I encourage you,
better yet, I demand you
to expand your vision
and see through this skin,
yes, the one with all the melanin,
the one that you wish you were in,
and gaze upon my soul.
I am told by the likes of you
that my time is limited,
but we see different signs in the sky,
you and I,
for my ancestors tell me
it is time for me to fly.
So, once you unlock these chains,
or even if you refuse
and continue to televise my pain,
one day I will rejuvenate
and I will spread my wings
and I will fly.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC