We have bled tears and wept blood
Humiliated. Mutilated. Segregated.
Where were you?
Where were you my brother?
As we were packed and stacked
Into the belly of a sea monster
A monster with sails and hulls and a rudder
As tension sought freedom from the bladder
Like abominable beasts unhinged from the wild
Decimating man, woman and child
They raped our vaults of innocence
They tore away our souls and crushed our spirits
Laughing and calling it benevolence
Even as their whips tore off the flesh from our backs
Peeling the Negro from off our skins
Scaping us like a pubic hair that has overstayed its welcome
Beaten and pounded like grapes hoping to become juice
But the only juice we knew was the sweat off our brows
That navigated the canals of our flesh
Dug deeply by the Whiteman’s torture
We looked around and found no salvation, no shelter, no rapture.
Or maybe someone forgot to blow the trumpet
But you certainly haven’t
You blow your trumpets about sufferings you had no stake in
But whose glorious fruits you have nevertheless reaped
You say you are the new black
And that you delight in negritude
And listen to stories of its pulchritude
But you have never truly known your past self
You have never truly understood where greatness stood
So you allow yourself to be defined by the gyrating of your waists
You reduce your identity to the image of proudly ignorant thuggery
Yet I see not your strength in these times when justice is reduced to mockery
These times when your brothers may not come home
If they fit the profile
You have once again been redefined as a target
White arrows hunt you down systematically
As justice cowers behind the cloak of lopsided rhetoric
And freedom is lynched by the selfishness of your fears
Mike’s body is now browner than the earth
Alton’s future will no more be sterling
And still you fight and bicker among yourselves
Still you think they will hear you just because you have something to say
Have you still not learned?
Will you not sing a new song?
Played in brilliant defiance with the grace of an orchestra
For you are an orchestra!
You are a thunderous voice ringing with dignity and impunity
The whole world is watching
This is not the time to forget who you are
So let them know
Who is running the show!
With rent sackcloth and mournful ashes
I am praying for you
That you will no more be oblivious of your identity
Author: Akyempo, threesixtyGh writer
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