A Black Rose In Bloom!

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Too dark, but yet, always seen
at each and every crime scene.
Whether you stand for peace or not,
whatever you do, it is all for naught.

You can be Dr. King with a dream
or Malcolm X with a Black power scream.
But either way, you’ll end up dead;
no life in you; just a tombstone at your head.

You can be a doctor walking home from work
and be shot because in that neighborhood, you should not lurk.
You go to school because you want an education,
but they peg you instead for incarceration.

They gave you a month to celebrate achievements
for all the assassinations, funerals and bereavements.
You are sent to their doctors to receive a cure
and told you’ve got bad blood; it just ain’t pure.

They say, “Vaccinate your children against this disease,”
while they fill you with lead paint; those who are your enemies.
Never look to the ones with no melanin in their skin
and expect to come out on top, or to win.

Their desire is not that you should ever thrive
but for all they do to you, you still manage to survive.
So, fear not that Trump will be the harbinger of your doom
for he too is powerless to stop a Black rose in bloom!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

I wrote this because as we all know, we just finished ‘celebrating’ Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day and for all that has been going down, I don’t even know why. For surely he could never have perceived in his wildest ‘dreams’ that we would be where we are now, but then again, he most likely would not be surprised since it is widely known that he was about to change his stance from one of peaceful to aggressive because peaceful just wasn’t getting it done. And us Black folk had better go about things all peaceful like, if we are to go about at all. Otherwise, it’s a coffin for us.

And yet, they set aside a day in remembrance of a man they killed because he finally figured out what most of us know and that is that the white man is not going to give up his ‘white privilege’ that he has decreed unto himself; not without a fight. Malcolm X knew this and that is why he was called a ‘radical’ and assassinated. We need more like him but all we have is the likes of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton who are nothing more than sell-out dogs begging for the white man’s table scraps. They do not represent us. They are only out for themselves.

So, as we approach Black History Month that the whites have so graciously given to us to celebrate all their achievements of shooting, lynching or sickening us and our loved ones, we must remember to thank them for their generosity in giving us the month of February to be used as one short month of bereavement over the fact of mass incarceration, assassinations, lynching, gentrification, income inequality, low educational attainment, a school-to-prison pipeline,  mass homelessness, indifferent health care, eugenics experimentation and we must also thank them for allowing us to continue to play subservient roles that entail cleaning, cooking and other domestic type duties that we crawled into boats to come over here alongside all the other ‘immigrants’ to do. With friends like these, we don’t need enemies and yet, despite all of this, the Black rose still blooms! May it forever bloom in spite of and despite ‘them’!

When You Get Goddamn Tired…..!

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When you get tired of dying before your eighteenth birthday
 and when you’re tired of hearing that you’re worthless anyway,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the fire in your soul
 will burn through your body that is four hundred years old.

When you get tired of police brutality and the injustice of gentrification,
 and when you get tired of the school-to-prison pipeline of no education,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the marching on tired feet
 will not be enough to quench the thirst for liberation and you won’t accept defeat.

When you get tired of the National Guard getting called out to stop you
 and when they fire the shots at your tired, worn-out body, though that’s nothing new,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you must heed the words of Malcolm X.
For no man can continue to surrender to ropes tightened around innocent necks.

And when you get tired of mass incarceration because of the color of your skin
 and when the cops are on your ass from sun up to sun down, yet again,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you will listen to the anger in your heart.
For no Black man, woman or child can resist the revolution and you must take part.

And when the smoke has cleared and so many lie dead or wounded from the fight
 and when you think that what you did was all for nothing and that good is never right,
 that protest sign that you put down, shove it up the white man’s ass and turn around
And torch everything in sight; every white man’s asset, burn it to the ground!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

When you get tired, my Black brothers and sisters, you will realize that protest signs, marches and hands raised in the air is not enough. When you get tired of hearing that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., is to be revered for his non-violent stance of supplicating himself to his enemy and encouraged you to do likewise, you will then realize your only course of action and you will take it. The white man knows this and that is why he is hell-bent on incarcerating you off the streets; that is why he is hell-bent on donning that blue or brown uniform, once he sheds his white sheet, and commences to riddle you with hundreds of bullets. He knows what’s coming. You don’t. Not yet. But you will. Yes, that’s right. He already knows what his fate is and who is going to seal it, but you don’t. Not yet. But you will. And when you do, it is game over for him and he knows that!

I don’t even call it violence when it’s in self defense; I call it intelligence. –

We Celebrate The Day Of Your Birth Malcolm X Like The Good Little Slaves We Are!

We celebrate the day of your birth and hence, your fame lives on.
We are not what you were about and we are not fit to speak your name.
We love to kid ourselves that what we’re doing, you would approve.
But there ain’t no way in hell that you’d still be playing the white man’s game.

When did you ever raise your arms in humble supplication?
When did you ask us to grovel and beg for a crumb from Massa’s table?
When did you ever trust a white man to see that justice would be done?
When did you ever heed their lies and remain trapped in Massa’s stable?

They claim there is a movement, but the movement died with you.
Only sell-outs and punks are left and that shit don’t get it done.
There is no man among the Blacks and that is oh, so true.
America’s slaves slave on, but you were Africa’s son!

We have no claim upon you, nor should we quote your words.
You told us who our enemy was and for that they shot you dead.
You said that we should prepare for war and this, we never did.
We are too fucking scared, holding up protest signs instead.

Oh yes, we got it going on and we owe it all to you.
You who said that words alone, would never bring us peace.
We bob our heads and shuffle our feet and get down on our knees.
We then turn and run and get shot down by racist ass police!

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

Today, May 19th, we celebrate the birthday of Malcolm X and Black people consider themselves to be honoring him by quoting him and stating that his fame lives on. If his ‘fame’ truly lived on, we would be not just quoting him but would have instead, acted on the words he spoke to us and we all know them because we’ve certainly copied and pasted them enough times. But what do we do? We continue to become filled with fake ass outrage over every single killing of Black people and even the victim’s families will do as told by Massa and get up and tell everyone to remain calm as if Black folks haven’t been too damn calm for centuries. Seriously? The families of the victims of ‘murder by KKKops’ accept that $6 million dollar payout and then they shut the fuck up! Yeah, Black folks, they have now figured out what your murdered corpse is worth, $6 million! Freddie Gray’s family received $6 million for his murdered corpse.  Eric Garner’s family received $5.9 million for his murdered corpse. Close enough! Tamir Rice’s family received $6 million for his murdered corpse! Wow! What a sheer coincidence!  Six seems to be the magic number! Six million dollars worth of dead racist ass presidents. “Take this legal tender money that was used to purchase your silence with just as it was used to purchase your ass and get ta steppin! Next!”

This is how we honor a man that told us, “It’s got to be the ballot or the bullet. This is how we honor a man that told us, “We are African, and we happened to be in America. We’re not American. We are people who formerly were Africans who were kidnapped and brought to America. We didn’t land at Plymouth Rock, the rock was landed on us!” This is how we honor a man that told us that “Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you’re a man, you take it!” This is how we honor a man that said, “You can’t drive a knife into a man’s back nine inches, pull it out six inches and call it progress.” This is how we honor a man that asked us “Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?[…]”You should ask yourself who taught you to hate what God made you?” – Malcolm X May 19, 1925 – Assassinated February 21, 1965

So, Black folks, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up over your celebrations of Malcolm X’s birthday because he would be ashamed at where we are now and what’s more, you dumb ass, scared shitless fucks know it!

When You Get Tired…..

break free

When you get tired of dying before your eighteenth birthday
 and when you’re tired of hearing that you’re worthless anyway,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the fire in your soul
 will burn through your body that is four hundred years old.

When you get tired of police brutality and the injustice of gentrification,
 and when you get tired of the school-to-prison pipeline of no education,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the marching on tired feet
 will not be enough to quench the thirst for liberation and you won’t accept defeat.

When you get tired of the National Guard getting called out to stop you
 and when they fire the shots at your tired, worn-out body, though that’s nothing new,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you must heed the words of Malcolm X.
For no man can continue to surrender to ropes tightened around innocent necks.

And when you get tired of mass incarceration because of the color of your skin
 and when the cops are on your ass from sun up to sun down, yet again,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you will listen to the anger in your heart.
For no Black man, woman or child can resist the revolution and you must take part.

And when the smoke has cleared and so many lie dead or wounded from the fight
 and when you think that what you did was all for nothing and that good is never right,
 that protest sign that you put down, shove it up the white man’s ass and turn around
And torch everything in sight; every white man’s asset, burn it to the ground!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

When you get tired, my Black brothers and sisters, you will realize that protest signs, marches and hands raised in the air is not enough. When you get tired of hearing that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., is to be revered for his non-violent stance of supplicating himself to his enemy and encouraged you to do likewise, you will then realize your only course of action and you will take it. The white man knows this and that is why he is hell-bent on incarcerating you off the streets; that is why he is hell-bent on donning that blue or brown uniform, once he sheds his white sheet, and commences to riddle you with hundreds of bullets. He knows what’s coming. You don’t. Not yet. But you will. Yes, that’s right. He already knows what his fate is and who is going to seal it, but you don’t. Not yet. But you will. And when you do, it is game over for him and he knows that!

I don’t even call it violence when it’s in self defense; I call it intelligence. –

We Celebrate The Day Of Your Birth!

We celebrate the day of your birth and hence, your fame lives on.
We are not what you were about and we are not fit to speak your name.
We love to kid ourselves that what we’re doing, you would approve.
But there ain’t no way in hell that you’d still be playing the white man’s game.

When did you ever raise your arms in humble supplication?
When did you ask us to grovel and beg for a crumb from Massa’s table?
When did you ever trust a white man to see that justice would be done?
When did you ever heed their lies and remain trapped in Massa’s stable?

They claim there is a movement, but the movement died with you.
Only sell-outs and punks are left and that shit don’t get it done.
There is no man among the Blacks and that is oh, so true.
America’s slaves slave on, but you were Africa’s son!

We have no claim upon you, nor should we quote your words.
You told us who our enemy was and for that they shot you dead.
You said that we should prepare for war and this, we never did.
We are too fucking scared, holding up protest signs instead.

Oh yes, we got it going on and we owe it all to you.
You who said that words alone, would never bring us peace.
We bob our heads and shuffle our feet and get down on our knees.
We then turn and run and get shot down by racist ass police!


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

Today, May 19th, we celebrate the birthday of Malcolm X and Black people consider themselves to be honoring him by quoting him and stating that his fame lives on. If his ‘fame’ truly lived on, we would be not just quoting him but would have instead, acted on the words he spoke to us and we all know them because we’ve certainly copied and pasted them enough times. But what do we do? We continue to become filled with fake ass outrage over every single killing of Black people and even the victim’s families will do as told by Massa and get up and tell everyone to remain calm as if Black folks haven’t been too damn calm for centuries. Seriously?

This is how we honor a man that told us, “It’s got to be the ballot or the bullet. This is how we honor a man that told us, “We are African, and we happened to be in America. We’re not American. We are people who formerly were Africans who were kidnapped and brought to America. We didn’t land at Plymouth Rock, the rock was landed on us!” This is how we honor a man that told us that “Nobody can give you freedom. Nobody can give you equality or justice or anything. If you’re a man, you take it!” This is how we honor a man that said, “You can’t drive a knife into a man’s back nine inches, pull it out six inches and call it progress.” This is how we honor a man that asked us “Who taught you to hate the color of your skin? Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?[…]”You should ask yourself who taught you to hate what God made you?” – Malcolm X May 19, 1925 – Assassinated February 21, 1965

So, Black folks, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up over your celebrations of Malcolm X’s birthday because he would be ashamed of where we are now and what’s more, you dumb ass, scared shitless fucks know it!

Know Your Enemy!

 

 

 

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They make the rules for you to obey.
They hold the cards because they’ve got it that way.

They don’t play fair and they never will.
They break their own rules, but it’s you they kill.

They gave you a number and they gave you a name.
They sold your body and they did it without shame.

They made you a slave for you to clean up their mess.
They destroy your home and they say its progress.

They take your culture and they turn a profit.
They have you bowing and worshiping their prophet.

They try to steal everything you are.
They rule over you and they go too far.

They judge you and they say that’s fair.
They fill your days and your nights with despair.

They will always be your enemy number one.
They hate the beautiful dark ones kissed by the sun.

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

Malcolm X knew who the enemy was and he was killed for it. Yes, I know, the Nation of Islam killed Malcolm X and if anyone believes that the U.S. government had no hand in it, then believe this; there are no guns in Texas! Malcolm X was called many things; radical, racist, an angry militant separatist, but despite all of this, he was always right on point. The truth, he told, got him assassinated. The truth gets you buried and if that means, to be set free, then it is a most fucked up way to be set free!

Sigh, here is the latest evidence of who OUR enemy is!

White SC officer charged with murder in black man’s death

Dramatic video that shows a white South Carolina police officer shooting a fleeing black man after a traffic stop has led authorities to file a murder charge against the officer amid public outrage over a series of deaths of unarmed black men at the hands of law enforcement agents.

The video shows Scott falling after the shots and then the officer slowly walking toward the man and ordering him to put his hands behind his back. When Scott doesn’t move, Slager pulls his arms back and cuffs his hands. Then he walks briskly back to where he fired the shots, picks up an object, and returns the 30 feet or so back to Scott before dropping the object by Scott’s feet, the video shows.

Walter Scott may have tried to run from the officer because he owed child support, which can lead to jail time in South Carolina until it is paid, Stewart said. Scott had four children, was engaged

http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/crime/white-sc-officer-charged-with-murder-in-black-mans-death/ar-AAaA2kR

..to be continued….

Malcolm X, How We Need You!

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Malcolm X, how we need you.
The movement now is dead,
and the slaves are in the pen.
Black power has all but fled.

What’s left are Uncle Toms,
and coons that play the fool.
They bow down before ole Massa,
and for his scraps, they all but drool.

There is none throughout this land
that can spit your fire and truth.
And the sad fact of the matter is,
we refuse to protect our youth.

With a half and half in the White House,
the movement is tagged and bagged.
And with bootlicking in the halls of justice,
the Black man’s voice is bound and gagged.

They all stand idly by,
and watch their numbers dwindle.
There is no man among these men,
that could a movement, kindle.

They look around and wait,
for a savior to light the way.
And when they’re shot or sent to jail,
they just stare in mute dismay.

Oh Malcolm X, we know you’re gone,
and we will never see your like.
Today, our men tremble in fear,
while the militants are out on strike.

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

“Any time Uncle Sam, with all his machinery for warfare, is held to a draw by some rice eaters, he’s lost the battle. He had to sign a truce. America’s not supposed to sign a truce. She’s supposed to be bad. But she’s not bad any more. She’s bad as long as she can use her hydrogen bomb, but she can’t use hers for fear Russia might use hers. Russia can’t use hers, for fear that Sam might use his. So, both of them are weapon-less. They can’t use the weapon because each [country’s] weapon nullifies the other’s. So the only place where action can take place is on the ground. And the white man can’t win another war fighting on the ground. Those days are over. The black man knows it, the brown man knows it, the red man knows it, and the yellow man knows it. So they engage him in guerrilla warfare. That’s not his style. You’ve got to have heart to be a guerrilla warrior, and he hasn’t got any heart.”

“It takes heart to be a guerrilla warrior because you’re on your own. In conventional warfare you have tanks and a whole lot of other people with you to back you up—planes over your head and all that kind of stuff. But a guerrilla is on his own. All you have is a rifle, some sneakers and a bowl of rice, and that’s all you need—and a lot of heart.”

– Malcolm X

And ‘heart’ is exactly what we are losing even though we know that America ain’t about shit when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and that is why drones were invented because whites can’t fight up close and personal and win. And even with using drones, ISIS is still kicking ass and will continue to do so while Black bodies pile up at the morgue in America and Black women will continue to moan and wail over the demise of their sons and daughters. We don’t have what it takes and now, we never will. We should be fucking shit up over here but all we do is raise our hands in the air and march down the goddamn street begging some white motherfucker to give us the same goddamn rights that are afforded to the whites by the Constitution. So, do you still think that the Constitution and the Bill of Rights pertain to you, Black man and Black woman? And since they don’t apply to you, they sure as hell don’t apply to your children. But go ahead! Sign up to go and fuck with ISIS or fuck up the Iraqi people some more and continue to disturb the goddamn peace in Afghanistan and if they send your ass to Libya, you’re in for it ’cause it’s off the goddamn chain, thanks to the good ole red, white and blue and bully NATO.

You are marching because some white motherfucker shot and killed your son or daughter because the whites are afraid of you. That is why they don’t bother to get up close and personal, they just shoot you from 300 yards away. That is why police departments all across this shithole have requested and received militarized weaponry from warzones because they want to launch a grenade all up your ass from miles away. Next, they’re going to be drone striking your ass because that’s what the whites are doing to every other Black and Brown body all across this planet. Malcolm X warned you in ways too numerous to count and when he died, all of his fire and spirit and truth and action died and was buried with him and now, we just quote him and protest and march against the next murder of one of our own by racist ass cops. That’ll show ’em!