She had rough, woolen tresses; a big afro
that she tamed with braids in a neat cornrow.
Her deep, dark tone had a sunlit glow
and beautiful brown eyes in the shape of a doe.
In the fields at dusk, she straightens her back
and heads towards her one room shack,
where there’s a white man waiting to get her in the sack
to produce another baby that’s only half black.
Nine months later, her child is born,
with features distorted, she looks on with scorn.
This creature from her body should have been stillborn
or better yet, from her womb; ripped and torn.
She muffles his cries with a hand to his face,
staring down in dismay over the erasure of her race.
How could a just god allow this to take place?
When did all Blacks sin and be cast in disgrace?
For no deep, dark tone had the skin of her son,
as man did conspire to void what nature had done.
And the lies were told; such tall tales were spun.
The black race wiped out, our annihilation begun.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland
The annihilation of our race started hundreds of years ago and it continues to this very day. As we still reel from the horrors of slavery, an entire race of people are confused and self-hating and are contributing to their own downfall and annihilation through killing one another, drug abuse, gang activity, prostitution and the prevalence of STDs and the mixing of the races, thus erasing us out of history. Our strong bloodline is weakened every single time we mix it with that of those who are not one of us. Why do we do this? For what does it gain us? It gains us nothing and takes everything. Our seed is polluted when mixed with others. At first, we were forced into having sex with our enemies, but now, we willingly engage in intercourse with them. This is sickening.
My own son impregnated and married a white girl. They were divorced two years later, but from that union, they produced a girl. This child refuses to even acknowledge her Black relatives. She has stated, and in no uncertain terms, that if anything happens to her father, she wants a ‘white’ friend at school to ask her parents to adopt her as she wants nothing to do with people who do not look like her. Now, my mother almost had a stroke upon hearing this. I, however, was not shocked because the little hussy has always been this way. And as I am sure many of you will most likely wonder at my so obvious lack of feelings for this pretentious piece of baggage, it should be known that despite all attempts to engage this child in grandmother to grandchild activities, it has proved, fruitless. The last time I saw her, she refused to even turn her head and speak to me. My mother has not seen her in years despite them living in the same town.
The child’s mother’s relatives are all toothless hillbillies; the epitome of trailer park trash. In fact, that is where she was conceived, in a trailer in a park and yet this little hussy thinks that she is better than the ‘Black’ side of the family. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is what we perpetuate when we mix our blood with that of our enemies. So, a word of caution. Before you decide to get down with the swirl, I’d think on what I was about to do if I were you as I think that what I have described here is more prevalent than you think.