These Isms

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep

Blocking salvation from the poor, Lost Sheep

False labels because Black men attracted to Becky with that good hair

While his own woman the mule of the world, forced to say a prayer

When our sons Trayvon Tamir are dead at the hand of the ism

And then we have shots giving Black boys autism

It strikes my soul when my skin is a crime so I’m

Forever a criminal forced to do time because I’m

Not aligned with the standard of beauty that is White

I’m Black, I’m Brown, I’m Red, but I’m gon’ be alright

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

Sex-ism got me under chain lock and key

Lower pay for equal work is inequality

Hakim the wise man but I’m Hakima so why am I denied?

Force my face in the mud and rape me and take my pride

Now I’m dirty and you wonder why I’m prostituting

Even when I’m in college successfully executing

You see me as a thing to conquer, an object to possess

Compress my intelligence and subdue me with pointless sex

I’m the Mother of the Universe not a thing so make me your wife

I’m the Second Self of God so either way I’m gon’ be alright

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

Material-ism got us heartless chasing paper and booze

Flashy cars and alcohol with some high heel shoes

Sell your daughter to continue your degenerate lifestyle

No wonder a God had to come 9,000 miles

Everyday’s a party so you don’t hear the knock at your door

Who is it? Death and destruction because all of a sudden you find that the galore

Is really emptiness because you’re not living for a cause

Sold your soul to live the high life now you’re in the shark’s jaws

But sense is breaking through, it’s not too late to advance to the light

Born in sin and shaped in iniquity but we gon’ be alright

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Now God is here forcing us to see the bright light of His Son

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The Many Victims of White Supremacy

Black in America

Had this song in mind when writing this poem

 

Black girl in America, where does it get ya?

Black boy in America, where does it get ya?

Being Black in America, where does it get us?

Trayvon Martin walking home with a bag of skittles

Zimmerman comes with his lies then he gets an acquittal

Black in America with no self-defense

Being Black in America, I guess, is an offense

Zimmermans in America stalk and gun down

Seeing Blacks as criminals when they ride around town

If Trayvon was a John and Zimmerman a Tyrone

John woulda got justice and in jail Tyrone would’ve been thrown

Have the jury reached a verdict? Guilty! Guilty!

Throw him in jail at once! He’s a savage and filthy!

Black life gone and the killer practically gets awarded

But what goes around comes around, justice WON’T be avoided

You see what’s happening in Zimmerman’s life right now

What goes around comes around, he better just avow

Black girl in America, where does it get ya?

Black boy in America, where does it get ya?

Being Black in America, where does it get us?

Kendrick Johnson, who killed him, what’s the secret?

The police fights for justice, why are they being discrete?

What kind of sick savage mind replaces organs with newspapers

The police feed on the innocent now, they aren’t saviours

The least they could do is get Kendrick Johnson justice

It’s like they hold the families of victims hostage

Families everywhere becoming prisoners to so-called justice

Families everywhere with loved one lost faces injustice

The least police could do is not let Kendrick’s death be in vain

Oh, I forgot. “Black life is useless,” They don’t feel the pain

The pain of centuries of self-hate, injustice, robbery of culture

Ohhh no, they don’t feel the pain. They’re like savage vultures

Taking advantage of the mentally and spiritually dead

They don’t cause life they cause death and bloodshed

Black girl in America, where does it get ya?

Black boy in America, where does it get ya?

Being Black in America, where does it get us?

Renisha Mcbride needed help, knocked on a door

Instead of help she got shot down on the floor

Thought nobody was home she was turning around

Behind her back she was shot and then she was down

Black girl in America went to a fellow citizen

White man in America saw her Black skin

Saw her as a threat? Shot her down in cold blood

Parents burying their daughter in the mud

That’s where being Black in America gets ya

Victims of this wicked Satan Claws

Being Black in America, I guess, is a crime

Being White in America, “you’re sublime”

American dream for us is a Black nightmare

We’ve seen the pain, felt the pain, and that’s why we’re scared

Black girl in America, where does it get ya?

Black boy in America, where does it get ya?

Being Black in America, where does it get us?