Is it me
Or does it seem like police officers in America
Continually thirst for the blood of black men
To kill them with indiscriminate disregard?
Are these gratuitous killings
The ‘dark side’ of the so-called ‘American Dream?’
Is this the price to pay
For being ‘free’ to walk the streets
With ankles bare
Of your shackles of oppression?
Instead you shackle me with a new kind of tyranny
Of my worth and of my life.
You replaced one form of slavery
With another, more insidious
The slavery of denial of my right not to be killed
Whenever the killing itch gets you
But you see that you don’t see
That I see
You cannot murder my blackness
Do you not know
I am ‘mother’ to your origin?
Do I need to teach you
What your ignorance won’t let you see?
So from the blackness in me
To the loathing in you
The more you hate
The more power you give
To the move, the momentum
And the force of my Spirit
Your silent hatred and your weapons
Cannot negate me
Can never deny me essence
You may kill my negro body
But you cannot kill my black inspiration
You cannot stifle the power of my black Spirit
Its expression and its force
My history and yours
Sealed in heaven’s records
You are as haunted by me as I am hunted by you
We make each other equal
But your blindness fails your sight.
You cannot ‘whiten’ my blackness
I will not let you!
I have no apology to offer for the blackness of me
That irks and goads you so!
To ‘humiliate’ me at whim
You gloat to hear me whimper like a dog
Helpless, I lay
Under the crushing weight of your murderous knee
That has now become the infamous symbol
Of your betrayal to my right to live
The worth of my life to you
Was as casual as the callous hands in your pocket
As you choked me of every vestige of breath
Watching as my life ebbed
I called out to my dead mama
But mama couldn’t help
For the dead do not help the living
Only you could.
Protector turned murderer!
But hear this now
Though I die
I wear my blackness with resplendent peacockery!
I will live and die my blackness no other way
You cannot kill that which is impossible to kill
The spirit of my blackness lives on
Beyond tyranny, oppression and injustice
I am more than just a #hashtag slogan
‘Black lives matter’
Because ALL life matters
Not just because of a slogan, a chant or a march
Can you not see?
Heart and conscience are colour blind
Humanity is not a colour
Yet she embraces all colour.
I am the colour of the deep, the dark
And the mysterious
You think you can kill that?
Creation pours out its wrath upon you!
As my negro blood flows
With the weight of its sorrow
Back to blackened earth
From where we both came
Ohh yes! You forget
How do you reconcile that?
Hater of yourself
Murderer of your mother
Killer of your brother!
You forget your origins
The same womb of earth
Bore me, as I bore you
You became Cain to my Abel
I refuse to be consoled
I don’t seek your pity
But to live the life I was born to live
Simply equal to any other
So my black wailing
Continues to reverberate
To the highest heavens
Because you literally
Took my life and breath away.
by Kobi Emmanuella-King
from my ‘Me; Unfiltered and Uncensored’ series