Tag Archives: Black

BGM

Little Girl boxing a box of trials
Life tessellating
Future soul spinning records and tales
Wagging tongues tales dogging you
Walls won’t wail like untuned ivory
When tinkled ebony stands alone
Abseiling from the stars
With memories of Mardi Gras
Moribund artisans tobogganing through torpor will want your fuel
You better stand while you bus so they can have a seat
Sew stars seeds of street lamps
Grow in the light
You’re Black, whole
Hot tar cannot be touched
This Black Girl magic is just.

Pure.

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9 / 30 Round & Round

I was born with the race card
According to some inhumans

Black power was never skin colour
Sus laws and Edgar Hoovers
Set the tone for my mother’s mother
My father’s father took the bruises

I was born to a game of measures
I suppose my first words were excuses
The race card I never signed, played for me.
You expect me to thank you?

Doesn’t the devil exist?
Black and white stripes aren’t even half the pack of this race card mess.

Is it really a Race Card?
Or is it a gag, a muffler.
Is the code for silence, when it impinges on comfort?

I was told at aged 7 by a white headmistress,
“Just to be average, you blacks have to work twice as hard”
Damn, I just got stamped and handed my race card!
I should build up some credit.
You’ll only teach the 5% of my history that implies to you I’m indebted.
Then I’ll spend the rest of my life fact checking.

There’s just something about the way they use it to abuse you
Like it’s your first and only line of defence.
Before they learn the N word it’s, Miss…he’s playing the race card again!

Micro chipped, programme to speak on it every other day of the week.
Is the race card simply a construct where the foundations are too deep.

Was I really born with it in my system or was it the system’s cordial
Something they can keep drinking to make me look primordial.

 

 

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6/ 30 Cloudy Reign

Russian doll rulers
A Dinosaur Dynasty
Blacker than Black crime?

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1/ 30″Ugh”

Denying you stole the keys, you found the lock and jammed it

Took over rock and called it bandwidth

We strum to a new Anansi

Our hands where your eyes can see

Shot at when we pander

Some are quick to shout peace God!

Yet when you prey, nobody has the answers.

Increase your debt when you contact us.

Yet claim bonuses for being contact less.

Pocket pastors with presents

Offering plates hasn’t passed us.

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Numb

Perilous times have come, that’s what he said to me.

Days are but dreams, headlines are now a bed to me.

Grief and pain are like oxygen, peace is now dead to me.

What’s a warrior to his reflection if bull ish gives the lecture?

We die daily, not to sin but for the sake of being….here

As tears tear hearts, time’s words are stuttering to a whisper

Martin Luther or Malcolm?

The reformation shall be digitised.

Contact lenses become arm’s length embraces

Blue screen is cool if you can get it

We burn as charcoal, silently burning whiter than white

Why is it always so black and white?

Killing grounds we traverse as sacrifices in waiting.

What’s denial of our differences?

For the answer ask Rachel

We can’t remove our makeup!

Matter is an atom so where’s the thought for black lives

A hashtag is all that resides

We speak until we’re blue rarely reaching the bluest eyes

I’m living black going blue inside

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Fever

Straight laces and jazz faces

The jack boot to the face to the pavement

Just another one erased

Binary bindings say war is thicker than blood

Sharks in hoods can’t clear their cache

Crop wasted like the Qur’an on hardened atheists

Yet blacks bear cross movements with little hope of resurrection

Minstrel mazes and court cases

Sour notes swish poor paintings

Beaten paths falling like gay pastors

Recorded on tape yet don’t own the masters

Chicanery air dropped

Drones divert and dividing clasps faster

What change did you expect on capital?

Hell we shall overcome

Soundtrack to crumbling paths

What’s a non-believers call to prayer?

Guerilla jungle fever or corporate chess

Guess they’re gonna tool those left

Circular arguments square rooted

Another mother weeps

Candles melt into vigilante passions

General lies and federal eyes stare down the truth

Demons fear Jesus not bullets

What’s a blind man to compass?

Rebellion or just is

Unrequited love leaves tortured souls

Hashtag justice

Dramatic excuse for a tragedy

They don’t know what lame is

Warmongers avoid life support

Turntablist journalists

Tear gas terms of endearment

Smokeholds, choking given as hand rearing

Comply or die?

Comply or die!

Old jokes breathe new headstones

Murals of mockery manifested

No indictment from dim bulbs

Manufactured entrapment

Circus clowns got us fox hunting

Peace is a contestant bestowed on ex factors

Agents of shield marvel

Brothers gaming sisters instead of the master system

Laws raped by police force

Unmasked resistance

Protests anonymous

Do the right thing, going viral or posthumous

We shall overcome sounds monotonous

Malcolm, Christ, Luther

Which Martin will you be plotted to

Who wants justice?

Who wants justice?

Just us?

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Just Cause

It seems blues brothers love to give the youth a shot

Star bucks and donuts will get them back on the clock

Hard hearts too cold to let the jailhouse rock

With so many stories landing I’m losing the plot

Are the killings indiscriminate?

Are we born Criminals?

Are they shopping with body bags?

Are we looking for excuses?

It seems order pickers are easily recruited

I guess bullets are quicker than nooses

With the mixed fruits this con fuses

I guess bullets are best for a nuisance

Are facts always what truth is?

Some we live and let die while others say prove it

Were Eric Garner and Mike Brown, rotten fruit picked?

Like tunnel vision to a Cyclops, what WE feel is lucid

Then again….who’s WE?

Justice or Retribution?

If the news is the Bible and every tweet or status revelations

Should we consider what makes us demons or angels?

If you were the shooter, the thief or the rapist, have you got a right to rehabilitation?

Is justice what we live for or is retribution too fascinating?

If you were the shooter, thief or rapist,

Does a served conviction demand social castration?

Who should decide where you will pose danger?

Will your past be the past or an indelible stain?

Can you ever prove you’ve changed?

If forgiveness is a choice and nobody is perfect, how do we decide those that are worth it?

If the public eye is the product our passion or profession has gained in earnest

Are we now God’s among men?

Is raising the nation now our reasonable service?

Is the freedom to fall, freedom to make abominable life choices not human?

Since we’re all executioners before we’re the judge and the jury, what is the solution?

Justice or retribution?

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