Some cry for justice cause their definitions of self and success are wrapped in the American dream being a reality
But anyone with eyes to see
who wants to see even the painful truths
know it’s always been white lies shaping our nightmares.
Some cry and fight for justice cause we know the system was never designed for us
and on our way to building a new way
we can’t just lay down and allow you to keep dehumanizing us without a fight.
Please do not ask me what I think white people should do about anything.
Cause if after living, studying, and benefiting from these systems for hundreds of years
you can’t quite seem to figure out how to undo it
or how to be accountable to interrupting it at all times
then you really don’t want to know.
If you ask me I’m going to tell you to get on some John Brown type shit.
Donate your money , tell your friends to, or give me their numbers and go somewhere and sit down type shit.
If you haven’t dealt with your own family and friends, aka fellow white profiteers and appropriators you’re not really serious.
If you’re willing to take jobs leading people of color to solve their own problemsyou’re the same as the blue coats on Wall Street…Bottom feeders
cloaked and disguised in the good intentions of a 501c3, fellowship, benefit, poverty perpetuating philanthropy.
You not serious you poverty pimping, neo colonist,Iggy what’s her name look a likes.
You’re addicted to our oppression.
Sneaky pop culture fiends addicted to this America Life style.
Always using and consuming us. Wannabes dressing, talking, walking, like us.
Living to jive, sing, and rap like us.
Stomping on us trying to prosper while proving your one of the good ones.
Moving into hoods raising prices, pushing us out.
Our homes collateral damage on your journey for identity.
Please do not ask me what I think white people should do about anything.
Cause if after living, studying, and benefiting from these systems for hundreds of years
you can’t quite seem to figure out how to undo it
or how to be accountable to interrupting it at all times
then you really don’t want to know.
If watching us get murdered in these streets again and again
hearing how they’re filling the jails like slave ships, and closing schools while quoting higher unemployment rates, hasn’t cause you to burn something by now!?
You not really trying to get down.
You just want me to give you fodder for Progressive debates.
An excuse to blame corporations and republicans or some soothing words…
you know magical salve for the cancer eating at your soul, I mean white guilt.
Don’t ask me cause if you asking you probably already know.
Come on lets be honest you don’t really want to do all that
why would you want to risk so much, for me ?
Why when you can find comfortable job, school for you kids, and peaceful protests to attend from time to time, to relieve your anxieties.
Don’t ask me shit.
Don’t look my way with your silly questions.
Don’t confuse my calm demeanor with the face of your dream token
or my presence at your racist ass institutions with diversity formulas to ease your mind.
Cause if you ask me I’m going to tell you to get on some John Brown type shit.
If watching us get murdered in these streets again and again with no consequence.
and if hearing how they’re filling the jails like slave ships, and closing schools while quoting higher unemployment rates
hasn’t cause you to burn something by now
you not really trying to get down.
Nurses are magical people
You think Sabrina
You think Tabitha
Naw
that’s funny?
That’s sexism
And no it ain’t even Hawthorne
Aunt Tee
Grandma
Your big cousin
Sister Nicki
And Aunt Joyce
every day folk magic is she.
Not a twinkle of the nose or chat with a black cat
But “bay can you,”
“baby I love you but you knew what you were doing when you did that. “
Them nonchalant spitting wisdom flexing like a Master teacher
just keepin it real cause that’s all they know, magicians.
They know how to tell you and show
At the same damn time.
Womanly manly transcending wisdom
They know your feelings before you feel them
The embodiment of the remedy.
Prayer, love, truth, and wish less ness.
Vibrating with feelings so strong
So strong
it snaps you out your foolishness
Our healers, Our mothers, our prayer warriors,
Our Nurses are magical people
You think Sabrina
You think Tabitha
Naw
that’s funny?
That’s sexism
And no it ain’t Hawthorne either
Aunt Tee
Grandma
Your big cousin
Sister Nicki and Aunt Joyce
Our mothers are amazing
the best nurses I’ve known
every day folk magic
Is she.
Not a twinkle of the nose or chat with a black cat
But a humming hymn,Warm hug, sock it to me cake, shot of gin, or sprinkle of holy oil when needed
When they said everything would be alright we believed it.
When they survived then loved to tell their story
the healing we received it.
Our mothers are amazing
the best nurses I’ve known
in the shadow of their pain
through the power of their love
everyday magic are we.
Dirty Art Boi 