conversion disorders…

conversion disorders

what
is the line
between
cruelty
and
kindness
how is it
that
the same people
who are
offered blessings
by
some
are
easily murdered
by
others who
have
no compassion
in
their eyes
just
loathing
sadly
humans
see
what
they believe

 

 

the promise of eternity…

the promise of eternity

please stay
in
your
designated line
divine blessings
on
earth
are allotted
according to
your position
in line
but
rest assured
that
you’ll
be
given
a fair share
of
life’s bounty
upon
your souls passing
into
the chimeric promised land
a sure guarantee
from those
who
oppressed you
during
your time
on
earth

holding my breath under water…

holding my breath under water

never learned
to
swim
but
pretended
would crawl
underwater
until
needing
to stand
for
fresh air
then
submerge again
crawling
until
the water got
too
deep
that’s when
i’d
turn around
and
head
for
the shores
society
had
defined
as
safe
for
my
race
and
class
of
existence
pretty much
like
much
of
my life’s
journey
and
extent
of
my freedom

osmosis…

osmosis

death
has no memory
so
victims
become
murders
killing in the same way
as
their own martyrs
were
slaughtered
and
for 
the same reasons
oppression
to gain advantage
and
to rule others
someone
must
always
be underfoot
to
support
the weight
of
man’s madness

schooling…

child
you gots to learn
to be
proper
none of that
street talk
and
don’t you dare
use none of those
swear words
lord knows
i’ve tried 
to
teach you
some manners
but
you’re always
fooling around
trying to be
so cute
and
clever
i’m telling you
for
your own good
you
gots
to learn
to be
proper
otherwise
black folks
are going
to treat you
like
they’re
white

cost of prosperity…

marble tokens
of
the excluded
sacrificed
for
the
included

 

grasp straps and pull…

distant words
abhorring
overheard
intended
but
veiled in denial
then
an
all’s well smile
flutters before eyes
repeated gestures
of
oppressors
seen
more times
than
one can count
objective
to grease
success’ pole
before
anyone attempts
to
climb out
of
poverty’s pit
a pit
stared into
by
tormentors
from
its edge
gilded
with
promises
serrated sides
from which
despots
offer
encouraging words
and
relay
how they
arose
from the pit
but
they used
the
stairs

 

justice system…

race based procedures
to maintain poor’s oppression
and white’s privileges

 

the gnat’s complaint…

these webs
are
so unjust
flies
always die
staring
into
my eyes
with
the most
incriminating looks
as if
i
were the one
who spun
this web
but
i
and
those generations
before me
have been
trapped
within
these fibers
of
lies and promises
for
centuries
had i
been born
with
more mass
i
would have flown
right through
this
social web
no more
inconvenienced
than
needing
a quick shower
afterwards
but
that is not the case
i
linger here
as
a bit of amusement
and
as
a morsel
for
a boring day
a systemic slave
the quintessential
essential worker
to be
devoured
or
left
to
just
decay
and
die