'PLEASE_'

RUN go tell your master!

Slowly, his hour glass bleeds with every black life that seized

And will soon sore up

Dry and dire, in his chilled-and-thrilled throat

Hey you executioner! Run!

AND, I really thought you were human too!

COME! Let’s have a biology class_

No!

You dread my skin already

(Bet you dread taking a seat by me as well)

Please, just maintain the distance.

Uh Oh

Your researches tell me –

We ain’t no different:

In anatomy; In physiology

Only I have in excess a heritage so envied – as melanin.

Come! Let’s hold hands_

(I’m sorry I let those words out)

You-you’d_

Probably just stand and stare

at my knuckles and envisage

how good they’d look

Lying on my perforated chest

As I lie in state.

So please_ Just please

When you’re ready,

I am willing and yearning to hold hands happily –

In love-In brotherhood

IMAGINE, we were all light skinned

Oh please, just you imagine:

How cliché creation’d seem.

So oh you brother

Love yet, the dynamism

of God’s image.

SOLEMNLY I seek brethren

That you come home –

To your senses

A lot of joy is denied you – sadly, by you

When you raise high,

your grim countenance

To my hospitality. You_

MODERN day Adolf,

You start a war,

One-sided as ever will it be

You fight my patience;

To your dismay

“Don’t crack!” – the dignified and civilized melanin

Under my regal skin enjoins as it vibrates

Lo and behold, I man up

Yes! No matter how fed up I get

Alas, that could even mean my death_

‘Bee-p’ – Yet another nigga is gone.

Gudos you executioner! ;

No! you Wolf.

I – I know not what my ancestors did

that wronged yours:

You captured us on the peaceful grass

Of our pastures

Tortured us across seas and seasons

To your heavens,

Only to roast us in the hells

_ no cells of your heavens.

What wrong_ Just what wrong?

NOW, every step my color takes

Between these busy walls painted ‘freedom’,

An enthralling breeze invades me

Far dreadful than the promising death of

Covid-19 and his lineage.

Sadly,

You call these walls_ these streets

“The land of opportunity.”

Maybe death and panic were added to that category lately,

Tell me about it.

THE_

ULTIMATELY, my head breathes

heavily with the words of resent

bitterness of an unscaled decree

Alas, the dignity of my being;

The esteemed and powerful image

Of my coloration suppresses the rage_

After all what good does it do?

--You tell me, for you express yours

§ maybe you know better

STATES of inhumanity

O’! States of inhumanity

Do you not hear my cry?

‘I can’t breathe!’

‘I can’t breathe!’

‘Please­_ I can’t breathe!’

Hear you not my cry?

No! Have you no heart –

That bleeds red blood too?

Perhaps you do; Perhaps you don’t

A blood boldly beautiful

Against my skin,

Yet, you turn that beauty

Of our similarity into the scared stains

that drips in between your palms

With every bullet that drops

Alongside a black body

In this ‘land of opportunity’

[spits_]

ALAS,

I am grateful

For introducing me to_

No! introducing to me education:

I pity your generous blindness

For you handed to me the most contemporary gun

To fight you: No blood; No casualties –

Sheer words_

that paint to the merest detail

my ins in their plains.

You tell me ‘I love you’

Sadly,

Behind that beautifully smiling phrase

lies the grim countenance of an earnest phrase

‘I hate you’ –

So blending _ so camouflaging

Yet,

Human I am –

I fall flat for your words

Only to be ripped apart

Between my teeth down to my keisters

by your daily roscoe;

Only to be choked

by your God-moulded knees

Against my God-moulded neck

Till my God-gifted breath

is denied me.

(‘I can’t breathe’)

What joke is there in the phrase?

‘I can’t breathe’

‘Please_