On racism, part 1
The blacker the berry, the more wounds we carry.
How many shades lighter do I have to be to be acceptable?
How much darker must I be to be even more hated?
The darker the berry, the greater the sorrow.
How much pain of all forms must I endure to prove I can feel pain?
Angry
Bitter
Argumentative
Ghetto
Black
Less human
How much must I bleed to show I am more than ⅗ of a human?
Human enough to use my labor, other enough to mistreat, abuse, and enslave me.
When will my voice matter?
My ancestors fought for my rights, and yet they are infringed upon day after day.
When will I get justice now that I was choked, mocked, beaten, and shot at?
When will it be ok for me to be black?
Got caught out in the open, being too loud, too joyful, too proud of my black, too big my back.
When will my beauty be allowed as an equal standard?
Too kinky my hair, too curvy my body.
When will my ancestors be vindicated?
The system calls them microaggressions, little racism with the small r. Something I should just "get over for I wasn't a slave myself."
When will my people be allowed to heal within and without?
I see destruction both within and without.
When will my children be called children and protected as innocent?
I get called boy, girl condescendingly, but called man or woman systematically tho I am young and not yet grown.
When will I get my reparations?
The powers that be wouldn't last a day in my shoes, yet they steal what my hands have crafted.
When will it, the system, admit it hates me?
What will it do when I pull back from the system and refuse to play its game?
It's not just a rejection of asinine rules, but a dismantling of a broken, twisted system . I rise above it.
When will it see that God made all people?
Both great lights were made to rule and shine!
Don't dismiss, nor run from discomfort. We cannot heal till it learns to deal with and acknowledge the ways it has hurt me and mine.
I speak not from hate, but from a soul that cries out to God for justice. For He himself is indeed a God of justice, He pleads the cause of the oppressed, those viewed as less.
When will love be restored?
When it stops pretending it doesn't see me. Until then, strife and pain are all there ever will be.
Scripture:
"The Lord executeth righteousness and judgment for all that are oppressed." — Psalm 103:6 (KJV)
Voice:
"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." — Martin Luther King Jr.