Where is the grass greener?

Art by Ravi Zupa

WHITE MAN!!!

pass the whip like a bong.

They gather, pretend to care. Make friends, shake hands, shuffle on cupid. Keep playing. The happiness in music only you hear, covers mothers screams and heart attack from despair.

Dishonor every promise.

When the check flows, close doors on solutions.

Make Amends.

Praying hands shuffle reparations. Payment for separation. The currency to Keep niggas chained, to the block, round the clock.

6 to bury 6 to escort. Hell- they're in heaven digging onyx skin and diamond teeth.

LISTEN MAN!!!

There was a time when the shooter was a hero. When they made sure the good ones made it home.

Now for every life cut short Black Folk celebrate by destroying our own.

FUCKMAN!!!

STOP! Put your hands down. 

STOP! Letting your silencers fly. The bang is deafening when bodies hit the ground.

BLACK MAN!!!

Let the pavement speak. Make it rumble where they sleep. They snore with power. Bellies full, laughing at our disaster.

Make them avoid pictures showing their distorted aura. Scary like a man abandoning families. Their shadow self-lying, claiming it was "him or ME" knowing both could've left in peace.

They believe we accept the beating. 

Move sharp.

Our tongue-lashing retaliation is art they display, and study, and re-create flawlessly.

THEIR VERSION OF PEACE MAN!!!

Always an echo I hope not to hear. An Image I shouldn't have to believe, shit I can’t unsee.

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! MAN.

My tears hit like anvils. I wish they were bullets.

I wish they were wet, filled with lead, crumbled and dead, still chilling like their niggers.

Normal as breath leaving bodies, enjoying the lynching party.


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