Some learn what they do in school.
I did too and it felt like a waste of my time.
Since I’ve known in my mind…
What now seems like forever.
I’ve always been connected to what it ‘Is’
I’ve always known who it is I am.
And often I have felt out of place…
On foreign shores!
While others debate racism…
Self hatred and their waste,
With such a venom that is adored!
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Visitations of subservience…
A colonialized attachment excites.And they do not bite the hand,That feeds them from a buffet…Of accepted identities they obey.As they try to remain good boys and girls,All their lives.With a pride dignitized and churched!Where they peek and perch to point and gossip.And pray their well-being is kept penny pinched,From hand-me-downs!
Suddenly those once feeling victimized,
To slander and despise them with creative lies,Have found that keeping faithPropels them above such pests.Forgiving with hearts that forget…And being themselves to allow passing petty tests.‘Vindictivity’ doesn’t cross their minds!‘Vindicitivty’ is no friend for them to find.Leaving behind such sad affairs to those,Stylish in resentment…And dressed with frowns exposed!Rolling eyes and casting glares.As if…
Some folks provoke their own agonies.
They become critical of those,Who have chosen not to unite…In the cause of wishing more of it to be inflicted!To promote an appearance,Of a more communal togetherness.Complete with self defeating skills,To show how these ills are maintained!
There are mothers…
And that’s done everyday.There are poppas…Who have not stop clockin’ who they rock,Just to say they gave.And there are fools made…On a daily basis but who’s gonna stop it?When society allows this play.For fools like us that have to pay!There are mothers…Who have left their ducks unplucked.And that’s done everyday.There are poppas…Who have not stop…
If subjective objectivity
And its effective projected quality,Few who nourish the encouragement of thought,Would have none to offer that triggers independent stances!As they await to bait souls with predetermined fates,Debated!Since the collective who deem their points of view,Selected based on merit,Are they themselves limited and lostTo qualify such understandings!They meet to empower themselves…Yet are powerless to control expressed…
To be who it is someone claims to be,
Little of what one says they are,Is nourished to be encouraged.People fear rejection.Or a close inspection that upsets.Instead of being happy with self confidence…Some choose to seek approval,With an acceptance of their footsteps.Could this be connected,To the mess that is today reflected?With so much nonsense gone unaddressed…And groups collecting to blame others,For the lack of…