Sunday, June 14, 2020

It's so expensive to be Black in America

The luxury ferry from Africa to America
Cost our freedom
But any objection
Cost our lives

Working on those beautiful plantations
Cost our voices
But any objection
Cost our lives

Sharecropping in the open air
Cost our financial foundation
But any objection
Cost our lives

Worshipping in the warm balconies
Cost our religious freedom
But any objection
Cost our lives

Riding in the cool back of the buses
Cost our dignity
But any objection
Cost our lives

ANY objection
Costs our lives

Running with headphones
Death sentence

Reading in a car
Death sentence

Sitting on your porch
Death sentence

Sleeping in your bed
Death sentence

Selling CD's
Death sentence

Selling cigarettes
Death sentence

Comforting a friend
Death sentence

Buying Skittles
Death sentence

Walking while Black
Talking while Black
Dancing while Black
Singing while Black
Jogging while Black
Driving while Black
Playing while Black
Studying while Black
Meeting while Black
Eating while Black
Trying while Black
Crying while Black

Death sentence
Death sentence
Death sentence
Death sentence

Shotguns
Ropes
Batons
Knees

We can't breathe
But asked to pay more
With life
And breath
And blood
And pain
And wails
And cries
And tears
And anguish
And injustice
And intolerance
And bias
And profiling

As indignity
After indignity
Is poured over our heads
And runs into our eyes
And seeps into our hearts
And stains our souls

As heads explode into rage
As eyes erupt into hate
As hearts explode into venom
As souls explode into violence

The cost keeps growing
As more lives are claimed
In the name of justice
That we were told
Was ours to begin with
But have to pay
For the right
To earn the right
To live it

The cost is too high
Asked of pockets
Already devoid
Of any more funds
Of hearts and souls
Already bankrupt
Of minds and spirits
Bone dry

It costs too much
To be Black in America
It's too expensive 
To be Black in America
But where can we go?
This is our home!
This is what was built
By our very own hands
On the broken backs 
Of our forebears
Mortared with the blood
Of our martyrs
And cemented together
By what we've overcome

The cost is high
But the value incalculable
Expensive, yet priceless
Tangible, but just out of reach

Reaching all the way back
To the mothers and fathers
Who sat on those shores
And wailed as their children
Departed in ships
For shores unknown
Who paid in despair
Who never forgot

We rise in payment
In retribution
In vengeance
In rage
Not backing down
But demanding to be heard
To be reimbursed
For our expenses

The Psalmist 6-14-20

Thursday, June 4, 2020

#icantbreathe

i can't breathe

my life is being choked out
i can't breathe

the noose of society tightens
i can't breathe

i want to go running but 
i can't breathe

i want to sit in my car and read but
i can't breathe

i want to make a living but
i can't breathe

i want to sing, and dance and enjoy life but
i can't breathe

they laughed as they pursued me so
i can't breathe

i just gave birth to a black son, Oh God!
i can't breathe

i want to take a walk to clear my head but
i can't breathe

im told i can't get angry because 
i can't breathe

i pull at the shackles around my protest because
i can't breathe

they fired tear gas at me, so now
i can't breathe

Lord, what am i to do, Lord what am i to do,
i can't breathe!!!

my heart is breaking because
i can't breathe

i can't breathe
i can't breathe
i can't breathe