M.Moton

See me? I’m happy I’m doomed, because I know that I’m doomed.

I know WHAT I can do unlike the rest of you fools, which is a shame because no matter what you do, it’s your blood that’s the glue sticking you to stereotypes of the few that are stop-checked and pooled, rounded up and carted off to concentration camps with “HMP” stamped on the roof… To be battered and bruised, subliminal slaves on the news, new to the news that you can be better than being just “youths”.

So.. you see me? I’m happy I’m doomed.

I’m glad I don’t know the life that you do.

I’m glad I can leave my blue borough with my head held high and true, melanin fuelled, safe in the knowledge that in my past there is nothing to make me future statistical news.

So go ahead and point at the fact that I’m doomed

At the fact that I’m black and I’m different from you

At the fact some would say that I’m one in a few but the fact still remains I’m still black like you.

Escape from the truth,

But before you can escape the current state of play, you first must acknowledge that we’ve been morally, spiritually and institutionally raped.. And factually drained.. The factories slaves, with ignorance and slavery tattooed on our backs and our brains.

So in future when you take your son out to play, or when he’s out at the park kicking ball with his mates, you must first make him know that from now until his last day as far as they are concerned he is just another Kinte, and that will never change, even with the white house eating soul food from their plates.

So I’ll leave this with you,

Nothing I’ve said is profound but it’s true, and those tattoos on our brains mean it’s only accepted by few. So whether you’re bored in your office or shottin’ your food when you look in the mirror remember I’m just as black as you. But I’ve opened my eyes and I ate that thoughtful food. And it made me realise that as much as much racist police officers and institutions apparently aren’t true, the fact still remains that when you look in 10 downing street you don’t see me OR you..

And that is the truth.

whoartgos:

some things are
inevitable

the words crawl
back behind your
lips, but still find
a way to stain the
space between us

some things are to
be expected

it’s been quiet for
so long, sound shocks
the mind, distant laughter
doesn’t carry a familiar
voice

if my flesh were my words
would they satiate you? 

I told my shadow to hold my bag.

He said “no” and we carried on walking.

I told my shadow to hold my bag again,

He said “no” and gave it to my ego.

We walked for a while longer and i asked my shadow again,

“please hold my bag, my ego is burdened”

He replied again, “no”.

I shot my shadow in the fucking face.

But in doing so i severed my soul.

So now i am shadow free.

Still in darkness though. 

That is what happens when you step on eggshells.

Peace

Bleeding piece by peace by piece.

Peace

Bleeding. Breaking. Piece by peace by piece.

Lay hands on me.

Give me a peace

Of your piece.

I said it wrong.

I know no peace

Til i get a piece

But a piece of me NO’s

I wont have any piece

If i get a peace..

Piece x