We Celebrate The Day Of Your Birth!

 

new Malcolm X

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!

On The Wicked Ways Of Man

Jesus

I came back as a homeless man

And you locked me in a cage

The guards beat me ferociously

My Father was consumed with rage.

 

When next He sent me back to you

I walked across desert sand

A drone was sent to kill me

And I was back in my Father’s hand.

 

I was sent once more to shed some light

On the wicked ways of man

You once again, paid me no heed

since I had the deepest tan.

 

No more will I come for you

Your sins have damned you all

And when you die, you’ll not come here

In hell on your knees, you’ll crawl.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

 This one is for the Christians because you guys have just finished patting yourselves on your goddamn back  and screaming and yelling about how “He is risen!” etc., etc., and then got on with the business of hating on your foreign neighbors, got on with the business of playing fake ass do-gooders when you’re really taking all of the tithes that you bilk from the blind sheep and using it to purchase your fancy vehicles and take your grand vacations. I’ve watched as you beseeched the public for funds to feed the homeless, only to turn around and fill your pantries and freezers with the choicest meats and delicacies and gave to the poor and hungry, outdated shit and you smiled all day long over what your hypocritical ass was doing. Oh, you’ll get yours, indeed you will.

And if you are sitting somewhere expecting an announcement that Jesus has come back, are you serious? There will be no trumpet announcements and “Gather ye!” messages. Your biblical Jesus was poor and humble and walked the earth in a robe and if you truly believe that He will arrive driving a Cadillac Escalade with an Armani suit on, are you for real? You faithless shits wouldn’t know Jesus if he walked right through you. You wouldn’t even feel Him because you are dead inside. The only thing you care for is material shit and to see people who you think are your enemies, dead. You chase after ever more elusive highs because your sad and pathetic little world is really not doing it for you, is it? No, it’s not and that is why you have to deaden the awareness because you are not really living, you are just pretending because that is expected of you and you need stronger drugs and more alcohol to get you through the day because no one can know that you are not really as happy as you claim to be. But you won’t do what you need to do. You refuse to stop worshipping money and you just can’t stop being greedy, cold, callous, thoughtless and selfish. You pretend that you are not any of those things when in fact, you are all of them and so much more of the like.

If your Jesus did come back, what would He think of you? Yeah, I know and what’s more, so do you!

 

Inheritance

inherit


Blessed are the rich for they are ever so evil.
Blessed are the poor for they are left bereft.
Blessed are the silent for they are so complicit.
Blessed are the weak for they simply gave up.
Blessed are the apathetic for they are such fools.
Blessed are the humble for they are cringing and subservient.
Blessed are not the meek for they shall inherit this shit.

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