Fuck White Supremacy

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There’s no excuse 

For your abuse. 

You’re human refuse. 

I refuse  

to be used 

To sooth 

Your bruised 

Ego. 

I am not your negro. 

I am not your hoe. 

No, my fro 

Ain’t public property. 

Us Black folks  

Ain’t a joke. 

  

My body  

Ain’t an curio  

For you to peruse,   

Then throw away  

When you through. 

My pain isn’t a commodity. 

My humanity isn’t a cafeteria. 

You can’t pick and choose  

Which parts of me to use  

And which to refuse. 

With all due respect 

I reject your defected 

Infected white supremacist  

World view. 

Screw you. 

Will Poem

Will you hear what I have to say or will you run away? Will you stick around or abscond when your debt is paid? Will you rue the day or stand strong, and not afraid of what awaits you. Will you defend the old or strike a cord for something new? Will you run and hide or stand with pride when your death is due? Will your friends and family say they knew ye well, or will they saw what the hell?
image by Billy Alexander via sxc.hu
image by Billy Alexander via sxc.hu

Excuse Me

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image by StillSearc via freeimages.com

Excuse me if I don’t speak.

I was the kid who never spoke

In class and hoped to make through

One week without being called a freak.

Excuse me if I don’t speak

I’m busy wondering if I

Should run and hide.

Or if it’s you

I should seek?

Excuse me if I don’t speak.

I mean no offense but

I’m always on defense

Lest you think me meek.

Excuse me if I don’t speak.

But I never learned

The finer points of making a friend.

Too busy lost in my world of pretend

Where I never got sick or picked on again.

Where I was always strong, and never weak.

Excuse me if I don’t speak.

But I never know what to say.

This silence a prison: the walls a million sentences

Left unspoken, and bars a devouring fear. Will I go

Unheard again, or will you hear me loud and clear?

Sorry I didn’t mean to be so bleak.

Over the years this fear has given way and

When I go out I can hang and shout with the best the best of them.

And though the shy kid I used be is no more I still find myself

Retreating to this haven, this welcomed quiet.

So excuse me if I don’t speak.

I’m just catching up with an old friend.