“This Ain’t Wakanda!”

This is right on time! I had to share!

https://shahallah.wordpress.com/2018/02/21/black-people-fell-for-the-okie-doke-again-smh-pt-33/

So, to ALL the Black folks who spent your money on African garb and headdresses, paid a mint for popcorn and sodas and nacho cheese chips and Hershey bars and Nestle bars, and who left the movie theater after viewing “Black Panther” screaming, “Wakanda Forever!,”when you got back to the ‘hood’, that’s not yet gentrified, and you stepped on used syringe needles of Black heroin addicts and gazed upon the used condoms of johns that frequent drug-addicted prostitutes and when you got shot in the ass after having been caught in the crossfires of gang shootouts over drug turf, did “Black Panther” come down off that movie screen upon hearing you scream, “Wakanda Forever?”

There is no goddamn Wakanda! There never has been a Wakanda and there never will be a Wakanda. The only thing that’s going down over in Africa is the same shit that’s going down in America; the entire continent of Africa is owned by white men, the same as our asses in AmeriKKKa are owned by white men. And for Black folks to sit somewhere on your stupid asses getting all hyped up about some fiction shit when horrifying REAL shit is going down every day in Black ghettos and in prisons where almost 3 million Black men and women are slaving away for corporations, is just beyond ridiculous! I can only shake my head over the continuation of your cluelessness, ignorance and willingness to be made a fool of, daily!

There is no fake ass Disney Black Panther coming to save you from mass incarceration, police brutality, police murder of Blacks, gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass poverty, mass homelessness, income inequality, home foreclosures, sky-rocketing rents, poisoned water, water-shutoffs and the goddamn list is endless. But there you sit, proudly shouting and screaming with your fake ass African costumes on about some made up African kingdom while your son sits beside you, looking up at your awestruck gaze and at the foolishness on the screen and wondering why he does not live in “Wakanda!” You’re not even a “Black Panther” to your own children because when they head home, they get the video games out and to hell with homework for if not, then why is the school drop out rate for Black children so high? Is screaming for “Wakanda” going to help out with this?

With a goddamn flaming, racist, bigoted president that’s called all African countries AND Haiti, “Shitholes!” where the hell do you think you stand in this particular shithole? But “Wakanda!” to the rescue, right? Disney’s “Black Panther!” to the rescue, right? Some of you Black folks are dumber than a goddamn horse and that’s putting it mildly. Skinhead groups are gaining members daily. This president backs them up while you are sitting in a theater gazing avidly at a fictional kingdom in Africa when even if you was to drag your ass back to Africa, those Africans wouldn’t spit on you to put a fire out on your ass. In all these centuries past, when has an African country made a statement condemning the fact that Africans allowed other Africans to be stolen from that region? When has there ever been a call from any ‘kingdom’ in Africa for all of descendants of African slaves to come back to the glories of the motherland to be welcomed into the fold? Not ever! There are no African kingdoms. There are only corrupt African leaders in every region in Africa who are still selling out their own people just like in days of old. That is why our Black asses are sitting here looking at a goddamn stupid ass movie that in no way even pretends to depict just what the hell really is going on in Africa.

Black people always have to be entertained. You will spend your money on anything that will entertain you or to make you up to look as much like your oppressors as you can. Fake ass European hair weaves, fake ass braids, fake ass wigs, fake ass nails, fake ass makeup. That is all Black people are about, fake ass shit and fantasy while the rest of the world is fully cognizant of their plight while we want to be entertained. We want to believe that we are doing something by donning a dashiki with an African headdress and running inside a theater to look at more fake ass shit! We will even take up some holiday, talking about we’re celebrating Kwanzaa. What the fuck does Kwanzaa have to do with you? You’re fucking not African! Ever with the pretense that your history began in Africa. Your history begins with your own family here in AmeriKKKa. You can’t even manage to love the members of your own immediate family but yet, you want to get DNA tests done to see which fucking tribe you belong to in a land that lays no claim to your ass. How stupid is that? And what are you going to do if you find out that someone in your ancestral tree came from the Congo? Go over there and get raped, brutalized and terrorized like those women and  children who live in the Congo?

“In eastern Congo, rape and sexual violence are routinely employed as weapons to subjugate villages and terrorize entire communities. From old women to young children, the soldiers do not discriminate; the stories of their brutality and torture are so horrific that they rarely reach western ears. Inside the country, however, the locals have accepted mass rape as the status quo; even women who have been attacked will tell you: “This is just Congolese life.”

Yeah! That’s “Wakanda,” ain’t it? Did you read that? Even OLD WOMEN are not safe from being raped, brutalized and tortured. But your African head wrap and dashiki enables you to share their pain, doesn’t it? But they’re not supposed to be treated like that since they are living in “Wakanda!” being protected by their king, the “Black Panther” according to your dumb, stupid ass and Walt Disney Pictures!

“Decades of civil war before South Sudan became a nation and continuing to the present have left it one of the poorest countries in the world. Wracked by conflict, the young nation hasn’t been able to provide its people the basics of adequate healthcare, education, and income opportunities. Children are paying the price with their lives.

More than 5.7 million South Sudanese don’t have enough food to sustain themselves, and food insecurity continues to rise, likely reaching 6 million mid-2018. Nearly 4 million people are displaced because of conflict and hunger, including 2 million who have fled to neighboring countries since December 2013. Uganda hosts more than 1 million refugees from South Sudan; 60 percent of the displaced are children.”

This child in South Sudan wants to know “Where is Black Panther?” And where is “Wakanda?”

And I suppose, that’s also, “Wakanda?” It is quite apparent that I could continue in this vein, but the point should be well made. There is nothing for any Black person to feel ‘good’ about after having watched “Black Panther.” Let me ask you something. Did you Black men dress up like Tyler Perry did in all of his “Madea” movies when you went to watch them? Did you dress in drag to go see, say, “Madea Goes To Jail?” But for some strange ass reason, the whites release a movie about a non-existent kingdom in Africa where some supposed super hero is king and there you go, completely outfitted as though you, yourselves are royalty from a rich kingdom in Africa when you’re nothing more than weak, punk ass bitches who can’t even tell when you’re being used. How much of your money that you just gave over to see Black Panther will make it into the hands of Black people within their few remaining communities? NONE! Because Black people, even while living in their few remaining communities are still handing their money over to the Koreans, the Pakistanis, the Chinese, the whites; every one else but to another Black person.

I just recently moved from Baltimore, MD and I can tell you from first hand experience that there is no sign of “Wakanda Forever!” going on all up in Baltimore, MD. There is, however, plenty of heroin and crack addicts. There are plenty of Black people nodding on methadone. There are plenty who are mentally ill and homeless. There are plenty who have been shot by the cops and who actually survived, but who are wheel-chair bound and still full of bullets they’ll eventually die from. There are so many gangs, they’ve lost count. Baltimore recorded 343 homicides last year. Was this due to “Black Panther” coming in and ridding Baltimore of all the bad cops and bad, bad whitey? Hell no! These shootings were all about Black men shooting each other to death over drug turf or other Black people shooting each other just for the hell of it. One Black woman, who did not live in a kingdom, but lived in a housing project, was shot dead by a teenager simply because she called the police to stop this particular teenager from stealing her child’s bike, AGAIN! The Black teen shot this mother in her face, in front of her children, and calmly walked away. “Wakanda Forever!” Buy your dashikis here! If it were not so ridiculously sad, it would be funny to picture the lot of you sitting up in a theater looking as stupid as you could possibly look in your dashikis and African head wraps. I can only imagine since I will never be foolish enough to sit alongside you as you display your ignorance for all to see. Black folks, I don’t know why, but you continue to amaze me over how you are not even embarrassed at how stupid you really are, especially the so-called, adults!

This is Baltimore’s “Wakanda!” What a rich looking kingdom to be proud of, that is!

..and this is also Baltimore’s “Wakanda!”

Black people, just keep on heading in the direction that you are heading in and you will find something alright, but believe me, the last thing you will find is “Black Panther” coming to save you and take you to “Wakanda Forever!” Every single day, you have less and less to lose and yet, you never gain any knowledge from your losses. More’s the goddamn pity!

I Am Searching For Something I Will Never Find

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I am searching for something I will never find;
a love so pure and ethereal of some kind.
Lost in a dream world of fantasy and books;
tired of love based on money and looks.

Earthy passion has no place for me.
Too scared I’ll get up with an STD.
Only lust and sex are intertwined
and to believe any different is asinine.

The times we live in are scary as hell.
And then you find yourself alone as well.
The man you think of as only yours
is out driving around in search of whores.

But you say you love him and you need a man.
You need wisdom because he has a plan.
He will use you and he may speak of love
while knowing full well what he’s guilty of.

When he is in your bed, he is thinking of her.
You see, he is a pro and you’re just an amateur.
And you turn to him and you look into his eyes,
not even seeing the telltale signs of lies.

Oh yes, the times we live in are scary indeed.
He is your addiction, on which you feed.
And he is one more reason to lose all trust.
You see, men will be men and they’re all ruled by lust.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Ladies, be careful out there. Because this is real, as real as it gets. Men are ruled by lust, lust for power, money and sex. Anything else is secondary and that means, you. Just take a look around. What do you see? Who are called, ‘the powerbrokers’? How many times have you heard of ‘The Boy’s Club’? Oh, it’s exclusive, alright and it ‘excludes’ you. You are to only be seen at the proper time and under the proper circumstances. Men tell you what to look like as in how many cosmetic surgery procedures you must undergo to achieve ‘the look’ as established by men. Men tell you what to wear, how to style your hair, even down to the stiletto heels you must wear because men have decided that you must suffer deformities in order to look sexy and you do it. You do everything men tell you to do and quite frankly, I wonder is it really for love or for something else? Search within yourself, you’ll find the answers. And many of you, already know them. Be honest with yourself and about what men want and what they are.

I Didn’t Boycott The Oscars At All!

The 85th Academy Awards® will air live on Oscar® Sunday, February 24, 2013.

I am living proof of Negro history.
I live it each and every day.
The white man thinks he’s doing me a favor
by telling me to celebrate my history, HIS way!

I don’t live and breathe for the white man.
Nor will I let him control who I am.
I won’t go to him for any ole awards
because for his accolades, I don’t give a damn.

I didn’t boycott the Oscars at all.
Why the hell should I even care?
I know where the fuck I stand.
Why would I sit in front of a box and stare?

Oh I hear how Chris Rock told some jokes.
And Tracy Morgan played the fool in a skit.
But what is really so funny in the end
is that this was all just some Black History shit!

And so we end this Black History at The Oscars
 with Al Sharpton protesting out back
and Melissa Harris-Perry, what can I say?
Either she quit or she got the fucking sack.

I guess ‘Twelve Years A Slave’ got no sequel.
And ‘The Butler’ dropped Massa’s rum punch.
‘The Help’ ain’t here to pick up the pieces
of the Black Hollywood Brady Bunch!

So, pick your ‘coon’ part and play it to the hilt.
Sell some tickets and be thankful for your job.
You don’t need an award from the white man,
just an adoring theater going mob.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Go ask Niggers With Attitude(N.W.A.), they’ll tell ya! Straight Outta Compton grossed 201.6 million, so where are the awards and I know Negroes flocked to that movie like flies on shit?

You fucking know the score. Deal with it or don’t! But just shut the fuck up because the white man don’t give a shit about your boycotts when you’ve already paid the price for his movie tickets. And when Massa decides to make another movie about some white folks needing some maid and butler services, be sure to head on inside a movie theater, pay for your ticket and watch your life play out in front of you. When Massa decides to hire some Negroes to play ‘400 Years A Slave’, there ya go! Head on back in and watch YOUR role in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade play out, but don’t expect no goddamn Oscar for that shit. Hell! Anybody can scream, moan, wring their hands and gnash their teeth while getting their fucking back lashed! Maybe they’ll make a ‘White Chicks II’ starring some more Black-assed motherfuckers all got up in ‘white’ face and they’ll finally win an Oscar for that shit! But….uh…don’t hold yer breath!

Meanwhile, ‘The Hood’ burns! And guess who stars in that shit???!!!!!! Yeah! Our children!!! You dumbass motherfuckers don’t even know what’s goddamn important and some goddamn awards ain’t fucking important!!!!!!!!!!

The Entertainment Never Ends!

the entertainment never ends

I have been strangely quiet
for want of anything to say
because everything’s been said
and I hit the button and replay.

Football season is over.
The Super Bowl is in the past.
We say we hate capitalism
but that hate don’t ever last.

We say we love this planet.
It is our home, for better or for worse.
And yet we fuck it up relentlessly
until they put us in a hearse.

Oh what hypocrites we are
when we scream our hatred for war.
And yet, we groom the next generation
to heed the call for more!

We say we hate our politicians.
We despise them one and all.
They don’t represent our interests.
And yet, we vote for them each fall.

We point fingers at another
and we claim that they are wrong
when in fact, we’re all depraved,
it’s why we cannot get along.

Oh yes I have been extremely quiet,
just watching shit hit the fan.
What need have I to point out
that the foulest seed is man?

There is endless war in Syria
 and Libya is filled with rebels.
All of this chaos was put into play
by American and NATO devils.

Poor Iraq, we hear nothing about
as if those folks are doing fine.
I doubt if they’re eating caviar
or drinking expensive wine.

But here in the land of the ‘exceptional’
the entertainment never ends.
We just gorged on wings and pizza
with our loud and drunken friends.

The stakes are high in this gambler’s den
of vice and greed and corruption.
And when Wall Street flounders again,
they’ll blame the poor for their destruction.

The bailouts will commence
and the players will play on.
While the huddled masses yearn
for jobs already gone.

At the risk of repeating myself, I repeat myself.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

1,400 people learn their jobs are moving to Mexico

A crowd of Carrier manufacturing workers erupted into anger Wednesday as they learned their plant was being relocated to Monterrey, Mexico.

Carrier, an Indianapolis-based heating, ventilation and air conditioning company owned by United Technologies, announced in a statement on Wednesday that the plant would undergo a three-year transition to Mexico starting in 2017.

Carrier is one of two United Technologies plants to announce a move to Mexico — the corporation announced on the same day it would also be moving a plant in Huntington, Indiana. The closing will eliminate about 700 jobs from the city in northeastern Indiana.

And now with the signing of the TPPA, is this situation going to get any better? But they tell us that the unemployment figures are so low as to be negligible. The lies just keep coming. Who in hell believes that the REAL unemployment rate is 4.9%? Seriously? Sears and Kmart stores are closing, left and right. The only stores that are doing a booming business are Dollar Tree, Dig-A-Dollar, Collar-A-Dollar and Holla-For-A-Dolla! This past holiday sales figures were dismal and that is an understatement. Target just closed up shop in Canada. Wal-Mart just announced the closure of all Express Wal-Mart stores. JC Penny is gasping to stay alive and even Macy’s is choking and the unemployment rate is 4.9%?!!! Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!

Black Medusa!

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She will bewitch you, if you stare.
Behold her beauty, if you dare.
She’s a sultry, Grecian mystery
 straight out of Greek mythology.

Her hair of entwined snakes
 ensnares all the men she dates.
She watches you intently
 from eyes that are unfriendly.

Come closer, she won’t bite.
Never look at her in fright.
They call her Black Medusa
claims she hails from Tuscaloosa.

Though she came from across the sea,
she’s a morbid curiosity.
Do not let her near your heart,
 and don’t stay with her after dark.

She’ll spin slowly in the wind
and her serpents, she’ll defend.
You’ll become her sacrifice
 as the cobra’s strike’s precise.

Turned to stone by Black Medusa
who they say is from Tuscaloosa.
But we all know that not’s true.
She’s just a myth that grew and grew.

But is she?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

I dedicate this one to HungLikeJesus or as I like to call him, “HLJ!” It was born from another poem of mine titled, “To All The Men I’ve Never Loved!”

HLJ called me a “slow motion Medusa” and so this one is for you! HLJ, you said that I could send you my love as long as I stay far, far away from you. So, I’m sending this poem to you, with my love! You were my inspiration!

I’ve Been Down The Darkest Road!

darkest road

A land more kind than home,
I exchange for a cold nowhere.
There is danger at the border.
And I haven’t got a prayer.

I sense thunder in the distance,
to the cliff, I must draw near.
My back is to the edge;
eyes wide in watchful fear.

The final truth, I seek,
taking secrets to the grave.
The priest must stand alone.
My confession, to him, I gave.

The gods of guilt are here
from the City of Countless Lies.
My tortured soul seeks shelter.
Death takes me by surprise.

A cry, I hear so close
from my lips of icy dread.
I am lost to all of earth
and must walk among the dead.

On cursed ground, I stand.
No proof of life, I see.
The innocent all lie sleeping.
I have met my enemy.

Oh mirror to my soul,
I request respite tonight.
I’ve been down the darkest road.
Pray, lead me towards the light.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

A Hovering Mist

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Lessons learned of evil
in an old forgotten room,
the darkness is so brutal;
 an atmospheric gloom.

In the air, a melody lingers
of solitude pronounced.
Music set to score,
though no musician was announced.

The dead took center stage
as the curtain went up in smoke.
The door to the chamber opened
and inside, what dared to poke?

A hovering mist, solidified
as a stench did fill the air.
Black magic entered soundlessly
and the dead did turn and stare.

A feast fit for the ghouls
was served to all that came.
The lavish spread of souls
was soon to be set aflame.

Above the haunting melody,
their piercing shrieks were heard.
Tis too late for men to beg
 when their bodies are interred.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Return My Stolen Wings!

wings

I was seduced by an angel;
a guardian of the night.
He was master of desire
and bathed in moonlight.

Lost in paradise wild,
adrift in savage dreams,
there was no place to run
and no one to hear my screams.

Just one night with you
was magically unchained.
A song of soul was sung
with feelings, unrestrained.

When night was at its darkest
and shrouded in dense fog,
I was led towards my destiny
and sucked down into the bog.

Wake me, earthly lover!
Or am I forever in a dream?
Pluck me from these murky depths.
Pray hear my smothered scream!

Release me from this cage
Of darkness, not of light.
Return my stolen wings
or for my freedom, must I fight?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

The battle between ‘good’ and ‘evil’ rages on. Sometimes, you cannot always tell the ‘good’ ones from the ‘evil’ ones, in dreams and in reality for it pays to look beyond a mere façade because that pretty package could be gift wrapped, death.

Woman In Black!

woman in black

Beneath a Caribbean moon
I will take that which is mine.
With a dark determination
I fill his cup with wine.

I gaze at him hypnotically.
Our eyes lock as he sips
 I chose him just for me.
My poison is on his lips.

His lashes flutter, his eyes close
I have drugged my handsome knight.
In his dreams, he’s in dark places.
He’s my captive for tonight.

His dreams take him to Diamond Bay
where there’s a woman dressed in black.
She lures him to the ruins
 of an ancient, haunted shack.

There he doth behold
a nymph encased in ice.
The fire deep in his veins
takes them to paradise.

Her reflection in his eyes
tells of a different story.
Who has bewitched whom
in this enchanted purgatory?

The woman that I was
no longer exists in here.
As the huntress becomes the hunted
through my heart, he drives a spear.

Kiss me, my dear love
and I will kill no more.
Death has claimed its victory.
From my wound, the blood does pour.

In weakness, I am breathless.
Come close and kiss me quick.
As darkness lures me in
into his throat, my knife I stick.

In death, two lovers lie,
one was immortal, one was not.
This unearthly bond was broken
when one foiled an evil plot.

The moral of the story
is that no matter your desire
when there’s no meeting of the hearts
the results can be quite dire.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Jamaica Inn!

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After a night on Whiskey Beach
there was a mean streak in me
I planned such sweet revenge
against an unknown enemy.

I found my Mr. Perfect
but he belonged to someone else
and in all my carnal innocence
I streaked his back with welts.

But he was hard to hold
this man with a dangerous kiss.
His evil was divine
as he swept me over the abyss.

I left sweet Eden behind
and put my trust in a stranger.
His tongue was like French silk
forged in steel and made of danger.

Against the wild, I fought.
I was brazen in my virtue.
He was out-of-control
and I was no ebony statue.

Far beyond sweet talk,
we found Jamaica Inn.
The bed was soft and warm
and the air was ripe with sin.

He was all I ever wanted
and he wouldn’t kiss and tell.
He would keep my public secrets,
stealing shadows for my spell.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland