In A Room Full Of Death Ears Part 2

On the ships that shipped US
Something else was shipped
That was
Dismantled, delayed ,almost destroyed  and
dismissed
The voice of ancestry
Slips the though bloodlines
Regards less of current predicaments
The clamor of disagreeable sounds
Mute out the natural collectivist

So the  barrels
Of our Barriers got us acting
Like crabs
Stabbing each other's skin
Clamoring to drink the poison of industrialized
Sins
As the laughing hyenas of the 1 percent
Innovate ways to diminish
The humanistic qualities
Of beings
Deemed inferior
Because the gleam of the sun
Off our skin
Is brighter
Than the glint
At the tip of their guns

The
Measly samples of prosperity
Drapes our necks,stitched to purses and cover our feet
When math ,reading ,and critical thinking proficiency
Are below C level
Destined to be shipwrecked
while navigating
Through Barometric standards of which we are measured

Who begs for acceptance
One addicted to the crack Cocaine smolder
Of the war on us
Wishing on the napalm agent orange colored
Rainbow
Smoking deoxygenated air
Their lungs spit the Agenda
Stimulating deafness
That defies
The death sentence
To the pandemonium

In the land promised to no one
The man child .....
Who can bear children
Is either a biological weapon
to manufacture  toys soldiers

A drone
Castrated by the middle aged Dementia
Of the physically unable to perform
Stock holder

Or A target practiced
upon by  the Un-policed
Imagination of boy soldiers

Nostalgia has a strangle hold on the the ego of the supremacist
Who list false prophecies of our identities
And predestined our fate
Though acts of war domestic and abroad

Them
Reduced to the lowest common denominator
The word was written on the side of those ships
The boy can be broken
But the man who speaks for himself
With the woman at his side
Cannot never be an N word

Before the oak tree
Was cut down
No one heard it scream
The handle is one of us

So hollow olive branches
Are handed out when
When we are cut down

We are broad strokes
Drawn in the womb
Of our mothers
With the ink of our fathers
Written in the structure of the space time continuum

The surgical addiction
Dictates
The next
Cosmetic procedure that copies
Our physical features
Yet
Would erase our  influence

We scream no justice no peace
Our howls  are lullabies
our shouts put them to sleep
And the blood that's on their hands
Decorates the walls of their
Dreams


We celebrated the removal of hoods
Forgetting they move among us
Judging,lawyering,administrating doses,
managing water supplies,
Patrolling,teaching,pointing , anointing deputies
While they still burn their cross

At our deaths
We Howell
We clamor
We post
We exclaim
We react
We internalize
We lash out
We lash within
We survive
We die
We yell
We cry
We have fought for
We have integrated
We have even begged


But the room that
We're doing this in
Is guarded deaf ears….............


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