Repeating the past will not change a thing.
Printing more signs and marching won’t bring
the dead back to life or make Black people free.
And your spiritual songs make a mockery
of a past you don’t know but fail to seek.
You believe what you’re told; how obligingly meek!
And as long as you remain right where you are,
on your forehead, they will brand a gold star
Such fools are we to listen to lies
and continue on as though we aren’t despised.
Juneteenth, we celebrate and for what, I don’t know
because from where I sit, this is a Minstrel show.
You strut on the stage and expect an award.
You run with a ball and think you are adored.
But drive down the street and go the wrong way
and your ass will find out that whitey don’t play.
So bow to the slavers that still own you today,
for they and their god, you choose to obey.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland
And of course, lest I forget, Happy ‘Black’ History Month! Let the celebration begin!