If I walk outside my house I may be shot dead By some teen with a license which is his white skin. It may be for no other reason than I’m black, And a crime such as that is well worth an attack. What can I do about my original sin? Following this dark sequence is done with much dread.
But I have to go through it. I have not the choice But to work out this puzzle witch fucks with the mind. It’s not that I’m heartbroken. I’m now wide awake To the hate that is due me. No hand may I shake That is not mine in color. In this can I find Some perverted assed reason for me to rejoice?
No I can’t. So, it’s best that I piss and move on. Survival is a given until it is not. I remain just as helpless as decades ago. Civil rights was a pipe dream, and as the weeds grow Hatred lingers and forces itself by gunshot. ‘Seems we’ll never live up to the manicured lawn.
The procession of seasons that nature provides Is severely augmented by issues of race. Responding to the gut punch, I find some relief. And my role in the picture is that much more brief. My death may be related to some lame court case. That’s where I am. I now leave it up to my guides.
The true Meanth Of Juneteenth as is seen by the slave Is a thing of importance. It’s good to be free Of the chains of damnation of body and mind By a mass of oppressors among humankind. Civil wars fought in earnest don’t help us to see That our cowardice weakens the home of the brave.
As this war rages onward so many see red. Any bull who shits color is one who is sick From improper digestion of what’s been made law. My forefathers were fucked with and what’s worst of all… Men and women of redness will speak with their dick. It has been the true master of all the bloodshed.
Looking on to the future I do see but hope. In the upcoming decades the young will emerge On the platforms of leadership. All will be fine. As I celebrate freedom I look for a sign In the present day madness to temper the scourge In a manner consistent with how we all cope.
Why can’t we all be human? Yet grossly we are More or less all depending on whose rights are right. I can call blacks ‘my people’ because much we share And with them I am proud to be of those who care That our wars over freedom may vanish from sight. Juneteenth is our reminder that we have come far.