Their tongues are twisted from spouting lies.
And their hollowed-out sockets contain no eyes.
The stench of their corruption is everywhere,
bringing dark-skinned people such despair.
Inside a prison and locked in a cage
are all my brothers filled with rage.
My sisters are murdered every day.
Is this any way to live? Hell no! No way!
The fork-tongued devils are on our ass.
Their see-through skin gives them a pass.
With fetid breath and acid for blood,
they seek to destroy the Negro bud.
By drenching our streets with crack cocaine.
And by dumbing us down so that we don’t use our brain.
We don’t fight back, we just raise our hands.
And supplicate ourselves; obeying their commands.
All throughout history, tell me what has changed?
We live underneath the boot of the psychotic and deranged.
They say they earned their wealth by the sweat of their brow.
We know the truth, the slaves sweated and how.
Our people built this shithole and were raped and lashed.
And to this very day, Black heads are bashed.
What other group of people would take this shit?
Who else would bow their head and take another hit?
We go down this same road, year after year,
screaming “No justice, no peace” in another deaf ear.
The soles of our shoes are worn so thin.
We so are hated for our beautiful Black skin!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
This poem was born thanks to The Militant Negro™. One of his most recent posts really caught at my heart because what keeps happening to the Negro in Amerikkka is just SO goddamn wrong. Yet another Black man that was wrongfully convicted of a crime, spent 27 years in prison. This man was innocent and the white criminal injustice system, because this man was not white, incarcerated him on bogus ass charges and knew it. And yet, even after having spent 27 years in prison and most likely experienced untold brutalities and had atrocities committed against his person, this man actually forgave the shits that got him erroneously convicted. This man could have been sent to death row and put to death and he was innocent. Mr. Donald Eugene Gates is a more forgiving person than I could ever be. You see, when I hear or see stories such as this one, it does not fill my heart with a warm glow. It does not make me want to go to church and thank a non-existent ‘god’ for ‘keeping my spirits up’ because I don’t believe in some ‘god’ that would allow an innocent man to rot in prison for 27 years thanks to pure fucking racism, prejudice, white privilege and slavery. Yes, slavery! Because prison is just the new form of slavery. The slave patrols are out hassling Black people on a daily basis. The Klan dressed in blue or brown take off their white sheets, don those blue or brown uniforms and commence to busting caps in Black asses. And when they’re not doing that, they are imprisoning Black men, women and children on bullshit charges. They are killing them inside jail and prison walls and blaming it on their mental status. “They committed suicide.” Well there has been a goddamn rash of suicides. And some have even been handcuffed, sitting in the back of a police cruiser and somehow managed to shoot themselves in the head. Then there are the ones that conveniently find trash bags and snuff their lives out. Bullshit!
One thing about me, I am not forgiving and I don’t forget and I sure as hell don’t pretty shit up, tie a nice little bow on it and present it to my readers. Oh no! That is not my way. That is not how I roll. The shit that goes down is filthy. It is vile. It is barbaric and it is happening to people who look like me and the time to be all nice when talking about this has passed. A part of my soul that writes poetry is dead. It died from sheer misery. It died from reading about the atrocities that are committed daily against people that had the nerve to be born with a lot of melanin in their skin. That is a crime? That is punishable by death? Once again, for the motherfuckers that are slow or otherwise dumb as shit, my Black ass and every other Black person that is a descendant of African slaves did not get into a goddamn boat and row the fuck over to this shithole. Don’t think for one goddamn second that I am going to worry about hurting some motherfucker’s feelings when white asses don’t give a fuck for what goes down against Black people in this shithole every single goddamn day. And don’t even act like you don’t notice it.
No indeed, I am NOT Mr. Gates, the forgiving’ for what was done to him. AGAIN, that is not me. And the problem is that we have too many Black people who are just like Mr. Gates; worshipping some white man’s ‘god’ and being all forgiving. What has being forgiving got Black people in this shithole? In the morgue, piled sky high, that’s what it’s gotten them. It has gotten them wall-to-wall inside prison walls enriching corporate assholes; making money for the white man, same as in those good ole days of slavery that never went anywhere. And they are not going anywhere as long as Black people continue to march down the goddamn street with cap in hand to the filthy ass whites, expecting some damn justice. This is going to continue as long as we continue to just print protest sign after protest sign and beg for justice and peace. It is really working out for us, isn’t it?
Mr. Gates is in ill health. Go figure! And what he received in compensation for what he went through was an insult but the really sad part is that even though his life was deemed worthless, Mr. Gates more than likely will never get to ‘enjoy’ the millions he received for being wrongfully imprisoned for 27 years and yet, he forgave those that fabricated evidence that got him wrongfully convicted. And for that, I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry!