I Am Not A Shell Of A Human Lacking Humanity!

no humanity

Strong hands rest on gently rounded hips,
smooth dark skin and thick, full lips.
Tightly curled hair, my crowning glory;
a picture perfect, wordless story.

Sculpted features, carved by time,
upon my face, not one wrinkle or line.
Legs that stand firm to bear my weight,
and a Teflon coating that repels all hate.

Torn from Africa and brought to these shores,
compared and found lacking to pale-skinned whores.
Desire in the eyes of sickly white men,
with fetid breath and reeking of gin.

Sent to the fields and whipped every day,
trying to understand why I’m treated this way.
No hope of returning to the home that I loved.
I’m poked and prodded, pushed and shoved.

Stripped and sold and draped in chains,
told that I’m an animal and that I have no brains.
Am I a beast of burden or the white man’s slave?
To him, I am both until I’m lowered in my grave.

He will have to whip me, both day and night.
And still he’ll not crush me nor dim my light.
It glows from within and it will not die.
My bloodline will continue to multiply.

I will not worship his god; a deity of hate,
nor confine my soul to the white man’s fate.
That is not who I am and never will be,
I am not a shell of a human lacking humanity.

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

I absolutely refuse to bow down and worship the white man’s god! How can I worship that which produced filth that would enslave my ancestors and me, commit unspeakable atrocities against us and then have the unmitigated gall to then turn around and head inside a church to bow down and worship a so-called, god ‘of love’?You cannot have it both ways. Love cannot come from hate and whatever hatred is praying to, it is not a ‘god’ of love! You are being played! Stop playing the fool!

The ‘white’ man’s god is not a god of ‘love’ if it produced him, he who is filled with nothing but hate! Negro people, where is your capacity for critical thinking? How can you emulate the ‘white’ man’s ways when you know it doesn’t make any sense to follow him over the cliff? How can you know what he has done to your ancestors and is also doing to you and yet, you take up his habits, his beliefs, his justifications for why he does what he does and worship the same false idols? Are you insane? Because that would seem to be the case from where I sit. You dutifully bow your heads at the table and pray to a ‘god’ that produced hate, bigotry, racism, prejudice and a false sense of fake assed superiority designed to keep you in your place when that filth that has you believing that you are inferior is rotten to the core?

And yet, you still believe that evil personified is going to save you if only you will stand in line and vote for that which has been trying Its damned best to wipe you out of existence? Go ahead and continue playing the stooge for something that is less than an animal and is planning your genocide at all times!

This Holiday Is A Travesty!

Dr Martin Luther King Jr1

They say your life had meaning.
You even played the game their way.
And still they had you killed.
But they claim to honor you today.

So toss and turn in your grave,
for how can you sleep peacefully
when hate did strike you down;
hatred drenched in white supremacy?

There is no such thing as freedom,
just ask the men and women behind bars.
This holiday is a travesty,
given the white man’s thirst for wars.

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

Trophy World!

save cecil the lion

They look upon me as though I’m game
like ‘Cecil’ in his kingdom.
They shoot me just for sport;
these men so short on wisdom.

This hunter’s paradise
is hell on earth for me.
And the white man with his gun,
to kill would pay a fee.

Can you see the correlation
between Cecil and my ass?
To the white man, we are animals;
we are in the same class.

Hunting season never closes
for the Black man in this land.
Where is the petition to save me
from death at the white man’s hand?

How can you be so blind
to the trophies in the morgue
of all the Negroes killed
by killer cops gone rogue?

We must save the lion.
 So pass the petition, please.
Send it to my mother,
her heartbreak, it will ease.

You see, her son,  was killed
by hunters shooting game.
They shot him just for sport
and never knew his name.

So, pass the petition, please!
Let’s save a lion or two.
But when it comes to me,
a petition just won’t do.

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

US, EU: Save Africa’s lions!To US and EU authorities:

As concerned citizens deeply disturbed by the tragic killing of Cecil the lion, we urge you to act swiftly to stop the decline in lion populations across Africa. We call on you to ensure they are classified as an endangered species and ban the import of any hunting trophies that threaten the survival of these majestic animals.

And now, I have a petition!

US, EU: Save Negro lives in America!

As a concerned citizen deeply disturbed by the tragic killings of Negro people in America, I urge you to act swiftly to stop the decline in the Negro population across America. I call on you to ensure they are classified as an endangered species and ban the hunting and killing of Negroes by Caucasians as this threatens the survival of these majestic human beings! I would sincerely appreciate it if you would add the Negro to the endangered species list and act appropriately to put a halt to open hunting season on the Negro population.

signed, Shelby I. Courtland

Anybody else want to sign THIS particular petition? Step right up!

* crickets chirping*

I am getting real tired of this hypocritical shit! Caucasian man with money jets off to Africa, pays a hefty fee, kills ‘Cecil, the lion’ and all hell breaks loose.(Can anyone say, “White privilege?”) “Put that Caucasian motherfucker down and use his own gun to do it!” is basically the cry but when the Caucasian motherfucker hunts the Negro down in America, day in and day out, shoots him/her like they are hunted game, filling up morgues all across America with dead Negro bodies, where are the petitions calling for that shit to cease and desist? You don’t fucking think that the Negro in America is an endangered species? You don’t read the goddamn news? You don’t notice all of the YouTube videos depicting killing chokeholds, Black children getting gunned down in parks, Black women getting mysteriously murdered inside jail cells over a minor traffic infraction? You don’t see any of that, do you? But you do see innocent ‘Cecil, the lion’ don’t you? Because of course ‘Cecil, the lion’ was innocent and all of those hunted down and murdered Negro bodies were somehow deserving of their fate, weren’t they? Yeah! Protect the lions, fuck the Negro! You goddamn pretentious, hypocritical assholes make me want to puke and spit over your goddamn selective ass outrage! Fuck you and fuck your goddamn lame ass petitions!

Why The Fuck Are You Killing Me?

eric garner and michael brown and walter scott

I’m not indigenous to America,
so why the fuck are you killing me?
I didn’t row to the shores of this hole
to make slavery, my destiny.

Take a good look in the mirror
and I will tell you what you see.
What you see is your own guilt
 and you inflict your guilt on me.

I am proof that you are evil,
and that to you, I am hunted game.
I know that human, you are not
and that I bear your hated name.

You stripped everything from me
from where I was to who I am.
To this day, you are my owner
and I am a sacrificial lamb.

I took your god for my own
and look where it has led.
You burned my church down to the ground
because christian bullshit, I was fed.

Why should I be forgiving
since you still hold the whip
 and you lash my back until I bleed
as though I’ve just got off the ship?

In your eyes, I am nothing
 but in reality, you are less.
When you look at me, you know
that over your death, I do obsess.

I did not capture you,
nor did I bring you over here.
I would destroy you if I could.
That is why you look at me with fear!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

….and I mean every GOD-DAMN word!

It Is Not Amazing, It Is Absurd!

obam sings amazing grace

It is amazingly absurd
 that a slaver wrote a song
 and it was sung for a Black man.
How could this be more wrong?

Just how wrong could it be?
It was sung by one who is Black,
 and cheered on by ignorance.
They must have been on crack!

The lives of nine were so disgraced
 by an ignorant son-of-a-bitch.
He howled the words of a slaver;
 this puppet of the rich.

The nine that died while praying
 had hopes, but they were dashed.
No shield was there to save them
 when hate and Black skin clashed.

The hatred Blacks encounter
 is never far away.
It slithers through the doors of church
 even as they pray.

For all these hundreds of years,
Africa’s people suffered much.
And each new year will yield
 another death from hate’s cold touch!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

The song, ‘Amazing Grace’ was written by a white slave trader; a man that made his living off selling Black men, women and children into slavery, torture, rape, beatings, whippings and death. This slave trader turned to ‘god’ after riding out a horrific storm that caused him to become an Anglican priest, but nevertheless, he was a slave trader and for Black people to not even know the history of what they take up and run with, is beyond insanity.

Barack Obama is a Harvard graduate and therefore, should know better and yet, in the picture, those gathered around him, are supposedly, well-read and so they too, should have known better. But what we see is some Black people that either pretend ignorance or have dedicated themselves to remaining underneath Massa’s boot. As long as Massa is paying them, then they would sell their own grandma for the white man’s table scraps. Am I shocked at Obama’s filthy ass singing ‘Amazing Grace’ over Reverend Pinkney’s dead body? Hell no! His sell-out, bootlicking, Uncle Tom ass is a given, but every Black person should not just get down on their knees and continue to bow to Massa and go with the fucking flow! It is a damn shame when Black men cease to be men and will instead, shuffle and jive to the white man’s tune.

Amazing Grace was written by an Englishman who in the early part of his life was an outspoken atheist, libertine, and slave trader. John Newton was born in London in 1725, the son of a Puritan mother and a stern ship commander father who took him to sea when he was 11.

By 1745, Newton was enlisted in the slave trade, running captured slaves from Africa to, ironically, Charleston, S.C. After he rode out a storm at sea in 1748, he found his faith. He was ordained an Anglican priest in 1764 and became an important voice in the English abolitionist movement. At that time he wrote the autobiographical Amazing Grace, along with 280 other hymns.

 Oh the absurdity of ‘Amazing Grace’, written by your friendly neighborhood slave trader and sung at funerals for Black people shot up by white supremacists, everywhere. Soon to be sung at a church near you!

…And Here Are The Buckets!

buckets1

The gospel of peace is what was preached
 but into his pants, for a gun, he reached.
You thought you were safe inside hallowed walls
 but no matter where you go, hate slithers and crawls.
Hate does not listen to sermons and hymns.
You cannot fight from whence hate stems.
It is learned and it is carried forth
 to the east, the west, the south and the north.
You try to escape from the hatred of terrorists
 just as you’ve run from the slavers and the rapists.
You sought out their god to take away your pain.
And you trusted in their god, but your trust was in vain.
Now, we are weeping for the trust they displayed
 in a white youth who was racist as well as depraved.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, a husband; all are dead
 and here are the buckets for the tears, we will shed.
There is no need to take a gun to church
 or to empty purses and pockets to search.
Did not god protect and save his own
 from an attack by a terrorist that was homegrown?

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

And of course, as usual, the whites control the narrative, the script on what was behind this heinous crime. If a Muslim had shot up a ‘white’ sanctuary, he would have been labeled, a terrorist. If a Black man had shot up a ‘white’ sanctuary, he would have been labeled, a thug, but when a racist, white supremacist TERRORIST shoots up a majority Black church, he is mentally ill. I wonder how much money his parents have because if they have a boatload, his lawyer can use the defense that Roof suffered from ‘affluenza’ and therefore, should be remanded into the custody of a psychologist for gentle psychoanalytical treatment and relaxation therapy, whereupon, he shall be released after having been cured in about six months time.

Meanwhile Black folks, get your limp ass protest signs out from underneath the couch, dust them off and head for the streets to continue the marching that has been going on for over 50 years. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and company would be so proud of you for taking up where they left off because they would understand that the only way to obtain justice from the whites is to continue to march and BEG them to grant you peace from the constant attack on your mind, body and soul. And if you think that that will make any difference in your life, ask Dr. King and all the others why they never could stop marching. Can you imagine how many shoes they wore out? No wonder Black people open shoeshine stands, the only thing that’s keeping our feet from touching the pavement is all the shoe polish that’s dripped onto the soles of our shoes, thus providing us with the ability to continue ‘jiving’ down the street to the beat of “No justice! No Peace!” And know this, you’ll get neither! When you finally figure this out, then and only then will you know what to do! But until you realize that your ass is toast, I’ve provided buckets by the thousands for your tears!

Know Your Enemy!

 

 

 

Malcolm X2

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….

Death Of Love!

love rip

 

Can you believe that once my heart was filled with love?

Now, it is a hardened shell and all that is left is bitterness.

I am consumed by the flames of hatred and I know no shame.

When I look at you, it is through a sea of swirling red,

 that pours from my eyes and flows down my face,

to pool around my feet and spread in an ever widening circle,

encompassing everything in its path, carrying with it, my hatred.

From the sky above, there are no doves that I can see to give me hope,

only vultures, circling overhead, awaiting the so final death of love.

Love, RIP

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

I Am Privileged Because I’m white!

white privilege

Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”

There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.

On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.

There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.

I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?

The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.

Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.

Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.

They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.

There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!

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