A child was born, dark as night,
and sent out into the world.
Everywhere he turned,
such insults, people hurled.
He took this all in stride,
grew up and became a man.
Took one look at his skin,
it was darker than a tan.
On a mountaintop, he stood,
looking out on a sea of hate.
He decided that once and for all,
he’d be the master of his own fate.
He had been followed for many a day,
even when he’d stopped to rest.
He thought he’d never feel secure,
knew that to him, this was a test.
God, they said, loved him
and he believed it for awhile.
He carried with him, a Bible.
It was evidence at his trial.
You see this man, he finally snapped
on a hot, sunny day in June.
One insult was one too many,
a white man called him, a baboon.
He took his Bible in his hand
and he beat that white man good.
His blood did fill the pages,
it soaked right through his hood.
The Klan, they’d met their match.
Hate finally beat out love.
And the moral of this story?
A man will push back when he’s shoved.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland
Now remember, you read it here first. Black people are seriously starting to get fed up with white folks’ bullshit and there is going to come a day of reckoning. So, please continue to treat us like shit and you’ll find yourselves wondering what the hell! Keep your hatred coming and soon we will forget about all of those fake-assed fairy tales your ancestors got us listening to about the Buybull, Jebus Christ and some more religious shit. We are going to stop with the preachyfying and get with the program that we are going to ‘stand our ground’ and ain’t nobody’s day gonna be sunny when that happens. It ain’t here yet, but by all the sinners in church, itsa coming.