Why The Fuck Are You Killing Me?

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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!

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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 who 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!

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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!

 

 

 

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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….

Death Of Love!

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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!

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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

They Hate Your Fucking Guts!

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Black men, you’re wrong no matter what you do!
They can’t leave you the fuck alone, you’re shot for being you!
You know it’s your fault right?, because your Blackness is a crime.
And for that if they don’t kill you, you’re off to do some time.

They hate your fucking guts and they want your women too.
If they can turn the Black man gay, then what’s he gonna screw?
While the white man fucks a sister, he laughs behind your back
at all the ways that he’s devised and strategized his attack.

You’re demonized and humiliated in front of one and all
when they yank your sagging pants down in the middle of the mall.
They’re out to emasculate you and bring you to your knees.
They want you begging for your life while you’re screaming, “pretty please!”

What difference does it make if your pants are on a sag?
The whites don’t want to hire you to put their groceries in a bag.
They complain about the shootings and poverty in the hood
and when another Black man’s killed they say, “It’s for his own good!”

Oh, you pretentious hypocrites with your stats and graphs and charts
it don’t matter what you say when a Black man’s stopped before he starts.
If they’re shooting one another, the fucking gangs are so damn bad
but when the cops kill just for fun, that shit is just a fad.


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

Give A Badge To A Skinhead!

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Michael Brown and Eric Garner

Give a badge to a skinhead,
and you’ll find a Black man, dead!
If the Klan is wearing a sheet,
it’s because they’re off the beat.

Supremacy’s found a way
to save the white man’s day
with lawful killing sprees
as Black men fall to their knees.

What’s more dangerous than hate?
How about a license to annihilate
the ones it fears the most
and with each kill, it brags and boasts
of how the days never seem to change,
it’s like shooting animals on an open range.

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

Once again, another unarmed young Black man is dead and why does this keep happening? It keeps happening because skinheads, the Klan and other white supremacy groups have found a way to kill Black people, legally and get away with it. The days of lynching might be over, but that doesn’t mean that hate groups have ceased to find ways to murder Black people. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. And since this is the sordid history of this shithole, why should anything change? It hasn’t. Whites know what’s up and Black people, you need to know what you’re up against.

The same evil that drafted the Declaration of Independence while enslaving your ancestors is still at work in this shithole. Make no mistake, this shithole was built on the backs of Black slaves and now whites have the unmitigated gall to hate and kill us for what they did. They are why descendants of slaves are in this shithole. Not one slave threw themselves into a boat and rowed to this shithole and now we must pay the price for what? For something that we have done? No! Not on your life! We are paying the price because whites are diseased, inhuman, vile and depraved. Just take a look around at what they are doing to the world. Are you in any doubt? I’m not! Kiss my ass white motherfuckers, but only from a goddamn distance!

Police murder unarmed, fleeing Michael Brown, 18, in St. Louis suburb

Eighteen-year-old Michael Brown was shot and killed Saturday afternoon near his grandmother’s house by a Ferguson police officer. St. Louis County police have not given a reason for the shooting, which happened in a predominantly Black suburb a few miles north of downtown St. Louis.

http://sfbayview.com/2014/08/police-murder-unarmed-fleeing-michael-brown-18-in-st-louis-suburb/

They Are Not After Me!

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…and though I rage at the system in place,
at my own inadequacies, I don’t want to face.

When I turn away from a homeless man,
I know that I am not doing all that I can.

And how many times have I helped the victims of hate?
When have I found myself stepping up to the plate?

When I ask myself, “What about the sick and the hungry,
and what help did I offer to a strung out junkie?”

When bombs are dropped on innocent heads,
they say, “Look at all the tears she sheds!”

I stand around and cry crocodile tears,
and then I shut the door on all my fears.

I am so afraid of the horrors I see.
For if they are busy killing you, they are not after me!


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

Keep thinking that ‘they’ll’ not be after you! ‘They’ intend on handing each of us our ass on a platter. It is just a matter of time and time is what we’re all fast running out of! Just look around you, the world is on fire from Gaza to Iraq, from Ukraine to Qatar, from Libya to Afghanistan, from Syria to Darfur, from Yemen to Somalia, from Pakistan to Venezuela, from Honduras to Guatemala, from Detroit MI to Stockton CA, from the tunnels of the homeless in Las Vegas NV to the homeless street walkers in Atlantic City NJ, from the slums of Calcutta to the sweatshops of Bangladesh and they are coming for you and for me!

We Still Live!

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You seek to shame me for the color of my skin,
but I am here to tell you, it’s not that thin.

You seek to cause me to fear your hate,
but I am the master of my own fate.

You seek to profit from the fruits of my labor,
but you don’t want me to be your neighbor.

You seek to lock me up inside your cage,
to keep from paying me a decent wage.

You seek to subdue me and make me tame,
but you cannot control this eternal flame.

You seek to keep me poor and needy,
but I am not like you, cold and greedy.

You seek to kill me any way you can,
but we still live; the Black woman, child and man.


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