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’!

Gun-Toting White Folks!

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We gun-toting white folks are a blessing to this land.
So, Black folks, you know just where you fucking stand.
It’s a goddamn emergency, now be in bed by nine.
Get off the fucking street before your ass is mine.

I’ve got Humvees on the prowl to protect the status quo.
I’ll fuck you up and lock you up, to jail, your ass will go.
Don’t think for one damn minute that you’re free to walk the street.
Step off the goddamn curb and a wall of blue, you’ll meet.

Now get your Black ass on your knees and humble yourself to me.
I get paid to shoot to kill and I am on a killing spree.
Your protests, they don’t matter, just you ask Dr. King.
He got just what you’re getting; his life didn’t mean a thing.
You think I care about your dreams? Who dropped you on your head?
The only good nigga I know is a nigga that is dead!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

Heavily-armed members of a controversial right-wing “patriot” group added an extra dose of unease to protests in Ferguson, Missouri, early Tuesday.

The Oath Keepers organization says its members — all former military, police and first responders — pledge to “defend the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”

Protesters and police confirmed that a handful of Oath Keepers with what appeared to be assault rifles, bulletproof vest and camouflage gear were seen early Tuesday on the streets of Ferguson, which was under a state of emergency following demonstrations pegged to the anniversary of Michael Brown’s death.

Now, how about that? Too bad the Ferguson protesters didn’t show up with ‘assault rifles, bulletproof vests and camouflage gear’ because maybe, just maybe, the ‘wall of blue’ would have merely considered them to be ‘oath keepers’; defenders of the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic’. But what I would like to know is who is the ‘enemy’ in Ferguson, MO that has the Constitution under assault? It would appear to me that the ‘oath keepers’ should have initiated a shoot-out with the police since the police, with their armored vehicles on the streets of the ‘land of the free and home of the brave’, are the shit-stirrers that are assaulting the Constitutional rights of the Black protesters in Ferguson, MO. Oh my bad! Those Black protesters, at the time the Constitution was written weren’t even considered ‘citizens’ of AMERICA:

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..and Black people, change your chant from “Black lives matter!” to “Why the fuck am I over here? That shit ain’t crystal clear?” Just keep reminding the white motherfuckers why you are the fuck in this shithole and the next time you show up at a protest rally, remember to bring your assault weapons, bulletproof vests and camouflage gear. Oh, my bad AGAIN! You’ll still be Black, so never mind, that won’t work! You’ve got to be white to strut around, carrying an assault weapon out in the open, wearing bulletproof vests and camouflage gear calling yourself  an ‘oath keeper’, code words for KKK, Aryan Brotherhood, skin heads and the like. For the love of ………!!!!!

 

July Heat!

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Sizzling and burning in the July heat
enticing him with a perky treat.

Lazily rockin’ on my front porch,
the sun beams down its rays to scorch.

Desert like and dry as dust
as languor gives way to sex and lust.

A taste of wine as tongues collide
and sweat drenched legs open wide.

A shaft of warmth enters paradise
for bliss is reached, not once but twice.

Screams shatter the silence of a summer’s day,
and two lovers are gone in a blinding ray.

Such was this illusion conjured up in my mind.
It was a fantasy, a dream of the wanton kind.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Where Is The Outrage?

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What will it take to wake America’s dead?
Should I prepare a most lavish spread?

On our menu we always serve, “Ignorance Is Bliss!”
Americans are clueless and think nothing’s amiss.

As propaganda revs up, the truth gets distorted.
Another drone strike is authorized; no mission aborted.

The menu keeps growing as the body count rises.
And another day dawns, with no new surprises.

I wait for the awakening and the questioning tongues.
Where is the outrage from air-filled lungs?

Lies and distractions fill every bowl.
They go down with ease as you swallow them whole.

Are the dead really dead or are they all just asleep?
From the people of America, I don’t hear a peep.

The world is on fire and the rivers run red.
Is this a bad dream or are you really dead?

Keep eating from the plate of selfish delight.
No one can ever satisfy that beast’s appetite.

Once you’re on the menu, your ass is toast.
You’re no longer alive, you’ve the substance of a ghost.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

An Inconvenient Theme!

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

What is the point of sacrifice,
when the crooks engage in vice?

And yet, you died for a cause,
they’ve scratched that with new laws!

The hypocrites do honor you,
of course, that’s nothing new.

They profit off your name,
the ones who have no shame.

You’re still a money maker,
and a mover and a shaker.

They’d back the ones who murdered you.
And claim what’s false is true.

You’ll always be a scapegoat,
so that we don’t rock the boat.

We can’t be radical and wild,
they tell us that was not your style.

We tout you out this time each year
And loudly clap and cheer.

They really don’t like your dream,
it had an inconvenient theme.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

We are living the DREAM! NOT!!!!!!!