I’m on ten
so much is being said about Trayvon
I don’t want to speak
the thought of it fills me with anger
and hopelessness
but I know I can’t give up
I know this is what the beast does
this is white supremacy this is injustice and this is not new
we know this beast oh too well
and that is why though angry and sad many of us were not surprised
it happens all the time
on grander scales everyday
multiply one black boy dead with nothing but skittles and ice tea in his hand
with over 100 other unarmed black men killed by men in uniforms just last year
with all the women raped last night
plus all the black and brown bodies behind bars
fighting for sanity struggling to hold on to their humanity in the the dungeons of the PIC
plus all the seniors on fixed income who are hungry and huddled around boxed fans in 80 degree apartments
counting the last of their medications which are slowing killing them to keep them alive
but what does all that have to do with Trayvon they will cry
there will always be those who deny whats clear as day
they are invested in the myth of white supremacy
they lust after the spoils of capitalism
they benefit and profit and find comfort in it all
whether consciously or subconsciously
their just happy to be middle class or at least not one of those lazy poor people
they believe he must of got what he deserved
so much is being said about Trayvon
its a sticky hot summer night and I am boiling with sweat and melting in tears
its just another painful reminder
we still 3/5s even less than that
the stats of this judicial system boast
so the struggle continues
yes “we who believe in freedom can not rest”
but I don’t want to be equal with white
in order to be valued
After all shouldn’t freedom equal rest?
talking about why the verdict was not guilty
trying to find reasoning in a corrupt system … insanity
I’m so angry I just want to punch Zimmerman’s smug face
I don’t want to kill him
he’s not worth blood on my hands
just punch him around a bit
let him know we see right through you
you are the suspicious one
with your brown skin worshiping whiteness
upholding this status quo
murdering a child thats a special kind of low
what makes us want to have children in a country
that continues to devour our young, starve the old, and jail the strong?
Sometimes it gets thick
the weight of this struggle
the reality of our plight
sometimes injustice spits in my face
I weep and wipe sour saliva from my eyes
tonight they are stinging with the pains of a good cry
tonight slow sad songs are playing
my liquor is pouring
and I’m humming along for my life
for the lives lost and the burden of those still living
today I read of a black woman who watched a old white man
shoot her 13 year old son
he accused him of stealing guns
what made him think he could
look this boy’s mother in the eye one moment
and shoot her son point blank the next
insanity, white supremacy 2 sides of the same coin
I weep for him for her
for those of us who walk in the skins of the “suspicious” ones
for every woman who will be told she deserved it
for those of us who’s capacity for greatness
is overshadowed by lust for power, control,
and the comforts of an identity rooted in the misrepresentation of we
tonight Luther,Jill, Chrisette and Kem
are singing me through my grief
I’m grateful for the way their voices
guide me to the depths of sorrow
with gentle romantic soothing alto baritones
their melodies remind me pain is not new and love is still real
every lusty, sultry, melancholy note screams
its ok to be angry, to weep, and to love as the struggle continues
Dirty Art Boi 