A Rage So Cold, Yet Hot!

rage

I just read a story
and it really made me feel,
a rage so cold yet hot,
my skin could slice through steel.
Oh, why must I feel?
The pain tears through my heart.
It hurts too much to hurt.
 When does the healing start?

The jails are overcrowded
with those who look like me.
And it is all done by design
by those who refuse to see
that their hatred plays a part
in why this scheme of theirs won’t end
until we are dead and on a cart,
with yet another funeral to attend.

I cannot make you care.
Hell! I’m too tired to try.
I’d be wasting precious time
because you want us all to die.
I look evil in its face
every time I look at you.
 And I hope there’ll come a day
when you will get what’s due.

I don’t believe in god,
nor will prayer help at all
since you sit up in a church
and yet, still heed hatred’s call.
What part don’t you get
that I can’t change my skin?
What did I ever do to you
to make my death cause you to grin?

I am talking to a wall,
of this, I am in no doubt.
But you see, I might explode
and when I do, I’m a take you out.
I know that I’ll not survive
and I have no problem with that.
But one of these days,
I’m gonna lay your ass out flat!

When you least expect me,
I’ll be lying in wait for you.
 And that day is gonna come
just as sure as the sky is blue.
Please don’t take me seriously.
I want the element of surprise
when I shove lead up your ass,
I guess then, you’ll recognize!

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

http://www.okayafrica.com/in-brief/black-lives-matter-canada-somali-canadian-man-badly-beaten-police/

The tragic situation involving Abdi comes as Black Lives Matter has gained traction in Canada too, especially in light of outrage over recent police killings in the U.S. of Alton Sterling, Philando Castile as well as last week’s shooting of Charles Kinsey, who had his hands up and was providing assistance to an autistic man.

https://colouredjustice.wordpress.com/2016/07/29/the-story-that-sent-me-to-jail-juvenile-justice/

NEW YORK — I am writing this from inside a jail cell. I was put here for doing an unremarkable, routine bit of journalism, covering a sentencing in a murder. I won’t go so far as to say I was arrested since I was never read any rights. I am in the cell just the same.

Unfortunately, to be continued……..