Walt Disney Told Our Story!



Black History Month is at an end
and Walt Disney told our story.
We learned about Wakanda
and Black Panther got the glory.

Wearing dashikis and head wraps,
we clapped and cheered for Wakanda;
that magical of all kingdoms,
it looks just like Uganda!

Now, Uganda is over in Africa,
and the poverty rate is high.
Healthcare is abysmal
and people with cholera, they still die.

The folks over in Somalia?
They ain’t looking so good.
Trump just bombed them again,
just like I knew he would.

But over by way of Ethiopia,
the folks there got a plight.
They ain’t eating at all.
And it ain’t about a hunger strike.

The African women of Liberia
have long been seen as slaves;
sex slaves to be exact
and that don’t get no praise.

What about over in Kenya?
They got educated folks
and still, some end up homeless
Look it up, this ain’t no hoax.

Now we come to Ghana,
is this a kingdom too?
It was once ruled by the British.
Does that give you a clue?

Libya is off the chain
and slavery is everywhere.
America and NATO
filled Libyans with despair.

But we celebrate Black History Month
with Black Panther to the rescue.
There’s a kingdom over in Africa,
where lives the privileged few.

Wakanda, is its name.
Its Black Panther leads the charge
against usurpers to the throne
within the kingdom or at large.

Vibranium is its weapon,
against enemies far and wide.
I bet real African nations
wish this kingdom was by their side.

Between fantasy and reality,
we choose fantasy every time.
and we’d rather pay Walt Disney
 our last hard-earned dime.

We don’t care about Liberia,
because that is just too real.
And we don’t live in Uganda
where cholera is a big deal.

We want to live in Wakanda,
fake as it can be.
But that is what we are,
fake people with a fake history.

This here ends Black History,
with many thanks to Walt Disney
who sat us down in Wakanda;
a kingdom; a magical fantasy.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

In my opinion, it is a shame that throughout this entire short month that has been set aside to showcase Black History, Walt Disney and Marvel COMICS took over the focus that should have been on REAL Black heroes and heroines who were on the front lines, battling  slavery, oppression, Jim Crow, segregation, voting rights, gentrification, mass unemployment, mass homelessness, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, substandard health care, cuts to education, inadequate housing, economic inequality, food insecurity, crime, violence, drugs, gangs, teen pregnancies and high homicide rates of Black youth in inner cities and the list is endless.

There was no focus on the above because Black people were so easily distracted into wearing African head wraps and dashikis because a movie was hyped about a fictional kingdom in Africa where there was untold wealth and a superhero to the rescue to protect his rich kingdom.

We would rather remain blind to the facts and to reality. We want, for two hours, to forget the realities we face because we need to be made to ‘feel good’ about belonging to some kingdom in Africa that isn’t even real. How pathetic is that? We want Walt Disney to hurry up and give us Part II of “Wakanda Forever” just in time for next Black History Month so that we can, again, focus on fantasy and not on our reality. How sad is that?

When have we ever lived a “Wakanda Forever” life here in AmeriKKKa? Do you seriously think that even with the links that I have provided in my poem, that the REAL Africa is anything at all like what Walt Disney would have you believe?

When you left the theater, did you see “Wakanda” when you stepped outside? Did you see “Wakanda” when you returned home? Did you see “Wakanda” when you checked out the local news where you live? Did you see “Black Panther” save any Black man, woman or child from being arrested or shot and killed by cops for playing in a park with a toy gun or for failing to use the proper turn signal or for selling loose, un-taxed cigarettes or for simply sleeping in their bed?

How did paying Walt Disney and Marvel Comics for the ‘pleasure’ of watching their distraction help you in any way? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop the police from pulling you over? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop your landlord from handing you an eviction notice because your neighborhood is about to be gentrified? Did the “Black Panther” swoop down and take you to “Wakanda Forever?” If you are reading this, Black man, woman, teenager(the few who can read), then the answer is “NO!”

Black History Month? Who needs it when we’ve got “Wakanda Forever!”

“Wakanda?” Forever!

“Thank you Walt Disney for supplying us with our REAL and TRUE History, THIS Black History Month! All hail Walt Disney!”

Freshly Pressed Bullshit Award!

freshly pressed bullshit

Not too many moons ago, I published a blog post titled: https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/todays-search-engine-terms/.

However, from this day forward, the stand-out searches will be given a new status, my version of ‘Freshly Pressed Bullshit!

First up we have,

my ex is a homeless prostitute

Now, there were two comments associated with this Freshly Pressed Bullshit! However, I am refraining from posting them since it is my belief that it was just plain old bullshit. Yo, if I am wrong, accept my sincerest apologies, but why would you feel the need to type in a search about your ‘ex being a homeless prostitute’? Yo, what’s up with that? I am sure that you don’t mind my calling you Yo as that is the name you chose. I admit that I do admire someone who is short and to the point, but in all honesty, even that is  just a teeny bit too short for my taste. If you want to be taken seriously and not relegated to the ‘bullshit’ pile, then by all means, try and pretend that you actually really did give a shit about your most likely non-existent ‘ex’ who, according to you is now a ‘homeless prostitute’ that you still care so much for.

One thing that I must state is that https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/the-homeless-prostitute/ IS a favorite, most definitely. But so far, you, Yo, are the first to ‘like’ it to a new extreme level. For some of you, just the word, ‘prostitute’ stirs you into a frenzy. I am aware of that, but as much as I have no empathy for potential Johns, I do want you to know that I took you seriously enough to give you a new status, that of, Freshly Pressed Bullshit! Enjoy your new fame.

Next, we have a search term that so enraged me that I thought that I would spontaneously combust, but thankfully water is still in abundance and I simply opened my mouth and inserted a water hose(“Yo, don’t even go there!”) and thankfully, that brought my temperature back down to normal. This is what got my goat up!

city lights skin lightener

This one was a search from Ethiopia and I must say that I am deeply saddened that most likely some beautiful, dark skinned Ethiopian woman has bought into the “I am ashamed of my complexion and I must lighten this ‘cursed’ skin of mine!” I know that what I say/write/speak falls on ears that will not hear and eyes that will not see the forest for the trees, but I refuse to give up and give in. I cannot stress it enough to you Miss Ethiopia, that no matter how ‘light’ you manage to eventually become by using your ‘city lights skin lightener’, you will NEVER be ‘light’ enough for the whites that you so wish to emulate. You are fighting an extremely uphill battle if you are so delusional that you think that it will make one hill o’ beans worth of difference to them if you put ‘cream in your coffee’. If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times, do not judge yourself by the dictates of a fucked up society that is hell bent on making you think that because of your skin color, you are nothing. Just because it is not your complexion that is plastered all over the front of ‘their’ magazines and many of ‘ours’, does not negate the fact that your beautiful dark skin is just that, beautiful. Stop buying the bullshit, city lights skin lightener, and stop buying ‘into’ the bullshit! Your self-hatred is something that you need to deal with and no amount of skin lightener is going to help you with that. Put the magazines down! Develop friendships with positive-minded people if it is those around you who are telling you to ‘lighten’ up as that is THE only way that you will be perceived as beautiful. So not true!

And lastly, Miss Ethiopia, please read my poemhttps://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/shes-a-nubian-queen/. You were my inspiration for that because when I saw your search engine term, just seeing that brought tears of frustration to my eyes that we have been so programmed to hate the color of our own skin, to hate our hair texture, to look into a mirror and turn away in disgust. Look at what we have allowed those who, like I have stated before, will burn themselves to death to look like you and yet, you turn around and ‘bleach’ yourself to try to look like them! Seriously? Ask yourself this question, “why are whites so hell bent on as they claim, ‘tanning themselves’ to the point where they actually risk being diagnosed with melanoma, skin cancer? Think about that while you digest the fact that you have made it onto the Freshly Pressed Bullshit award list!

And the awards continue!

homeless black cock sex blog

Now, I don’t even know where to begin with this one! Sigh….!!! What I encounter when I blog, have mercy!!! If there is a ‘homeless black cock’ somewhere needing sex, please ‘blog’ about it so that this ‘person’ can find you and you can put this award winner out of his/her misery. Apparently, I am now to do public service announcements. The bulletin board here now has an advertisement for a ‘homeless black cock’ for sex! Congratulations, you are a recipient of the Freshly Pressed Bullshit award! Enjoy your newfound celebrity status.

Last, but not least!

funny poems about niggers

Hmmm! What to say about this one! I certainly hope that you got all that you bargained for when you read,https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/nigger/. I can only hope and pray for fools and to that, I call on the good Reverend to please give a sermon.

“Good morning! Good morning! This is the first time that I have had the pleasure of addressing the ‘blog’ world and I must say that I am disheartened. What the hell?!!!! It is too damn early in the morning for some stupid nonsense from some hatin’ ass shit! Can I get an Amen?!!!! Yes, indeed!  Now then, where was I? Oh, someone wants some ‘funny poems about niggers’, eh? Well, well, well, ‘funny poems about niggers’. My, my, my, this calls for some cogitation. As you all are aware, I was recently invited as guest speaker at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’ and I feel that I should give you a  recap on that event and you can find it here,https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/11/14/and-the-good-reverend-speaks-revival-time/. Now, when you read this, you will find that the Grand Lizard, formerly known as the Grand Wizard was left without a tongue. No need to thank me, I was just doing a public service. I am still receiving ‘thank’ you cards on that one! Hallelujah!! Apparently, Grand Lizard, since he is unable to speak and since I neglected to break all 10 of his fingers(how remiss of me), has taken to getting his ‘fix’ so to speak from the internet. In his defense, and I know that sounds funny especially when recalling what occurred, but those of Grand Lizard’s type have such small brains that they must try and compensate for this by attempting to belittle another ethnic group and continue to perpetuate their deliberately misguided belief that they are all the SHIT, when in fact, they are nothing more than actual SHIT!”

“Brother Thlug!”

“Yes, Reverend Courtland?”

“Did you find ANYTHING funny about my poem, titled, ‘Nigger’?”

“No, Reverend Courtland, I did not and to be quite honest, I thought that it was most enlightening especially for those like Grand Lizard and please, if I may be so bold, try not to be upset with yourself for not breaking Grand Lizard’s fingers. As you know, I am not only a world renowned body builder, but also I was in the Secret Service and you did one hell of a job fucking Grand Lizard up!”

“Thank you for that Brother Thlug! You know how I hate to do anything ‘half-assed’. But I was wondering, do you think that this search engine term could have been typed in by Grand Lizard? I didn’t check to see if he made it out of the fire when all hell broke loose at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’.”

“Reverend, I have heard you say more times than I can count that, ‘the devil protects his own’. Trust me, Grand Lizard made it out and while we were talking, I did some research and found that the trail leads back to him. As you know Sister KnowItAll corresponded with him when making the arrangements for you to speak at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’ and a friend of mine works for the NSA. So, yes, I can state with a certainty that the person who used that search term was Grand Lizard.”

“Brother Thlug, thank you so much for that information. But do you think he received what he was seeking?”

“Reverend, surely you jest?!”

“Brother Thlug, whether or not he ‘saw the light’ so to speak, he got more than he bargained for, eh?”

“Indeed he did, Reverend, indeed he did!”


Thank you Reverend for your input! Let me just conclude that for those of you who are so delusional, sick and filled with hate that you think you are somehow superior to others because of your skin color, let me just remind you that “there but for the grace of God, go I!” If you can hate someone based on what they have no control over, then what do you think that says about you? Yes, I am going to call your shit out when I see it and expose the fact that snakes like you slither and hiss around the internet and deposit your poisonous venom, but you’ll get no takers here because I saw you coming. I know that you exist and when you bring it, I’ll throw your shit right back at you! Catch! Here’s your (re)award-Freshly Pressed Bullshit Award, awarded to the Grand Lizard! Nice going! Tonight, when you don your ‘white sheet’ and sit up looking ridiculous with the rest of your ‘homies’, you can tell them that you won a prestigious award, Freshly Pressed Bullshit!

Stay tuned for the next installment of Freshly Pressed Bullshit!, the shit that’s always fresh!!!

And for all the racists out there, cogitate over this!

A Reflection On My Complexion


I was born with a permanent tan.

And if I do the best I can,

I still get called a name.

Why must I take the blame?


I had no say when I was born.

So, I don’t understand your scorn.

Why hate me for my complexion?

This could have been your reflection.


I will not let you break me down,

solely because my skin is Brown.

Even if I’m solid Black,

there’s not one human trait I lack.


Throw caution to the wind.

Reach out, you’d find a friend.

I bleed the same as you.

And smile when you do too.


We’re all just one big race.

Trying hard to find our place.

In the grander scheme of things,

strive for love and what it brings.


Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland