As She lay Dying
Her voice but a whisper, as
Death clutches her tiny frame
Her eyes, dirty windows unbreachable
As her sins
She takes to the grave
She tries in vain to convey her pain
As her words
Rattle rasp and hiss
Incomprehensible
Empirical
The language of the dead
For surely she knows
Her death, given her pain
Will be a welcoming comfort
She closes her eyes in anticipation
Her breathing short and labored
Her mind and body have
Betrayed her
Fragile and frail
Wrought of disease this husk of a shell
That was once so beautiful
Unrecognizable
Soiled in excreta
Silently crying as
She lay dying
Ravaged by unwanted
Memories of a time
Long Gone
Living is easy she
Mused
It is death that is hard
And with that final thought
She gasped
And she was gone
Police are practitioners of deceit
Police are practitioners of deceit. Their favorite lie is, “I was afraid for my life.” Well if this is so, then why the fuck are you a police. And better yet, who the fuck allowed you to become one. If I’m not mistaken there is a vetting process each and every recruit must go through, to determine if they are mentally fit for the job. And if so, then someone within the recruitment process is guilty of malfeasance. Someone is liable.
So what you’re saying is Police Departments all across this great nation is filled with cowards. Is that what you wish us to believe? That you are all cowards! The thing is, they assume we are all dumb and ignorant. Truth is, It’s Open Season on People of Color. It is and has always been that way. We are Prey. And they are the Predators. This excuse of being afraid for your life is as dead as any unfortunate Black person you come in contact with. We’ve seen over and over, the video footage, dash cams when “unobstructed”, body cams when “working properly” phone recordings from pedestrians, they all show your bravado and heroics when faced with danger.
Sadly enough though these same videos also show your utter and blatant disregard and disrespect for Black Life. A Black “suspect” is tried convicted and sentenced to death on the spot. If he’s Black, he’s dead. One shot, twenty shots, forty shots to the body. How many bullets does it take, for you to stop being afraid. It doesn’t take that many bullets to bring down a fucking elephant. “I was afraid for my life.” Is no more of an excuse than me being afraid for mines.
What makes your life more valuable than mines? We all bleed the same. It’s not a question of if, it’s a question of when, when we start shooting back!!! And you don’t make it home to your family. But instead, your white carcass lying in the streets for all to see like road kill. Even with all your protective gear you are not invincible. Police are not above the law. And as a free citizen of these “United Snakes of Amerikkka” I have the sovereign right to defend and protect myself and family from any threats, whether foreign or domestic.
666Melanin
Nubians awaken from your stupor. Be not afraid of what lies ahead. Freedom is the price of Victory! They, the enemy knows the truth of your origins. Thus, explains their tenaciously atrocious campaign to eradicate us. The truth is frightening, I know. The Christian demonology has blinded us. Soften us. Weakened our mentalities, like watered down versions of our past selves. But our history is written in stone. Embrace it with Alacrity. For it is the Truth. The beacon that will guide us out of damnation and into the light of Blackness. The Blueprint to heaven on Earth. Alkebulan!!! Ancient Egypt “Kemet” before the Arabs and their barbaric deviant practices. Origins. The Original Hue-man. Whom footprint encompasses this entire planet. Our existence cannot be denied. Coded in your DNA, 666 – The Weapon which can and will eventually “eradicate” the evil that surrounds us. Melanin. Blackness from which no light can escape. And this is what truly frightens them. This is our Power!!! Our Birthright!!! 666 Melanin!!!
God is
We often ask ourselves, where is God?
Especially, when we need him the most. But truth be told, God is within each of us. That persistent voice in your head that have echoed your entire existence. God is love. The hurt you feel when confronted with bigotry and pain. God is thunder. The beat of your heart when angered. God is compassion. The warmth you feel when helping others. God is the image you see when looking into a mirror. God is knowing how to love oneself while emanating love upon others. God is understanding, that underneath the skin, we are all alike within. God is hope. So fear not death. But that to die the death of a coward. That should be the man of God greatest fear. So step boldly into the unknown with courage and fortitude. For not only will the ancestors be watching, but so shall posterity judge our actions here this day. So Up and Rise you mighty race, and take with alacrity, your rightful place among Nations and Men.
Pulse
#korryn
I am not a beast
I am not the monster
You make me out to be
Condemned ostracized and
Castrated – a leper of
My community
Just to kill me with impunity
Slaughter me and
Call it democracy
To silence me
It’s a fucking fallacy
Perverting normalcy
Crazy all the bodies
There is not enough dirt
To cover your hypocrisy
Everything you touch
Ends in atrocities
Your lies and deceit
Cunning and chicanery
Eclipse insanity
Evokes a calamity which
Inflicts humanity
A sham on society
Your democracy
I’ve had enough
Sickened and alone
Barricaded in my home
Today my voice
Shall finally be heard
I speak with the blunt force
Trauma
Of my
Enemies
Words
We are not animals to be hunted. Nor, are we crazy! We’re tired frustrated and angry. Exchange places with me and see how you would feel.
Black Butterfly
Our children are dying
Slaughtered upon amerikkkas streets
Their blood soaks the concrete
A mother cries a tearful song of death
Another Afrikan child
Has taken his last breath
Written off as a statistic
For the caucasian another victory
An endless cycle of genocide
But how can we stem the tide
Made in amerikkka
The afrikan youth
On the brink of extinction
Depraved in the red white and blue
Fighting the odds to becoming a man
Set back in life for taking a stand
The Afrikan males life
From beginning to end
From the ghettoes to the state pen
Than back again
Black on black crime
Ignorance is high
Unknowing or unwittingly
Were’re killing for their side
“WHITE MAN CAPITALIZING OFF OF US DOING TIME”
Private prisons appearing as maggotts
Devouring our souls
A race trapped in an abyss of time
But revolutionaries
Revolutionize
A vision to recognize
Knowledge will open doors
On a world where
The Afrikan soars high with eagles
Beyond the atrocities of the ghettoes
Their tentacles of knowledge
Resuscitating our youth
Admonishing them the evils
Of the red white and blue
Slowly emerging
Out of cocoons of ignorance
Thirsting for the knowledge at hand
The Afrikan male
A fearless warrior
Human
Just like you
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#OscarGrant #JohnCrawford #JordanDavis #KendrickJohnson #AltonSterling #DontreHamilton #MichaelBrownJr #EzellFord
#DanteParker #TanishaAnderson #AkaiGurley
#TamirRice #RumainBrisbon #JerameReid
#TonyRobinson #PhillipWhite #EricHarris
#WalterScott #FreddieGray #ect
If your name is not on this list yet or others like it
Thank God for his mercy and grace.
My God
Her lips
The beacon that drives me ever
so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of.
Her skin melanated
Emanates perfection
Fertile voluptuous
She is the truth absolute.
None can compare
Not even close
Her carbon the darkness that
Enlightens my world
Her feminity
God
The source of life
The gateway from which all
sentient beings emerge
Fierce and unperturbed
She is my backbone
My strength
My God
And I
Her weapon of defense
See Me
if i could lasso a #rainbow and
corral the #stars
all~ i would place at your feet
if only
you would
just
see
me
To Love or not to love
To love or not to love
There is no shame in loving. The shame is when we allow ourselves to become void of love, thus, becoming incapable of loving others, for we no longer love ourselves. We all face heartbreak. Its how we endure suffering that etches our essence like forged steel. Good or bad we emerge from suffering learned. We step forward into a new world with new eyes. Like a new born timidly, yet eager to explore new things. And what per chance love is on the horizon, dare we dismiss fortune? Or embrace it like two lovers under a yawning moon. ‘For how could we ever know, if we never even try.’
OdOnKoBaRaNtS 