"Negros"

Been such a long 

time since I have 

taken the space to 

open Pandoras box on 

the seething anger my 

blood posses regarding: Negros, 

Racism, Supremacy, and just 

what exactly we done 

overcome

My heart tends to 

beat out a different

rhythm when adrenaline reaches

my hypothalamus and cones 

and rods begin to

take shape and my 

retina, awakens my RNA

My historical bloodline is

suited and booted with

revolutionary shoes from 'Prada'

These Negros think we 

have gotten somewhere and 

or overcome something Because 

our women can starve 

themselves and aspire to 

the measure of our 

captors, which has made

it acceptable for our 

men to auction block 

pick us like the

purest of cotton and 

some how that makes

them reign supreme and 

call themselves gods and 

in all of this 

I know 'Sarah Bartmaan' is 

turning in her unmarked

grave.

I am not sure 

if you understand what 

I mean. I have 

seen more unsolicited skin

on the outside of 

the picket line than

I did in my 

dreams of blues women

showing purposeful shoulders and 

dragging bass notes across

Negro only juke joints

even prostitutes wore all 

they clothes echoes Georgia

in my inner ear 

Friday night domino sessions

while "sister-mother" somebody 

fried the fresh river 

caught fish in the 

back hell don't you 

know that was the 

glue that tied me  

to you... while sipping 

brown liquid in red 

cups...I am still

wondering what have we

overcome

Negros are two busy

paper chasing and dreaming

about ruling the world

instead of making sweeping 

chess moves that we all

benefit from.

It has been a very 

long time since I 

took the space to

take the time to

quiet my mind to 

unwrap my head wrap 

piece by piece just 

to map out the

cliff noted version of

the underground road to

freedom 

My spirit ain't resting 

to easy when bitch 

and ho are the 

adjectives used to describe 

women that slaved to 

get you the right 

to freedom of speech. 

I don't think you 

hear what I mean. 

Im still questioning what 

we have over come. 

Part of my soul 

wonders have we traded 

auction blocks for cell 

blocks and picket signs 

for white sheets? 

I don't think yous 

is understanding what 

I mean. 

Dreams are deferred and 

dragons have come and 

since I am woman 

you ignore my pen 

slaying as mumbo jumbo... 

so I do voodoo 

to seduce you to 

hear my plea my 

hokuspokus causes you to 

question your cadence 

to change. 

Are you heading the 

lynch mob or simply 

being a pon...

Its been a while 

since I've taken the 

time to shift through 

all of the tangled 

emotions my blood posses 

about the situation of 

the negro, racism, supremacy 

and exactly what we 

have over come.