before their eyes opened fine threads of social expectation were layered around the infant form distorting the view of the outside world and stunting the growth within an arrested development caused by a malnutrition of truth as had been expected with such containment there were fatalities but such deaths were easily projected onto upbringing
and or personal parental failures leaving the society blameless those that finally emerged from the cultural cocoon were as had been planned unable to discern social injustice accepting the white cane of forced poverty that denied them access to most of the entry points of success living their lives as moths flutter around the flame of hate most disconcerting to the oligarchy however were the few that emerged as dragons
grew up in small midwestern town surrounded by liberal friends and family so almost forgot i was black but couldn’t avoid cultivated racism even when protecting a poor white friend with polio as he dragged one foot being taunted by neighborhood bullies he decided to side with his white tormentors when they challenged his whiteness he chose to turn on me that’s how deeply slavery’s caste system has been embedded in the social fabric of the consciousness of even children lesson learned even after a red hot branding iron loses it’s visible signs of danger it can sear the flesh burning into the days that follow
like locusts that devour every living thing grave robbers have set upon the land they’ve come in waves the first were those just seeking the finest treasures all the while spray painting graffitii to cover up all the sacred symbols the second wave was comprised of magistrates ministers of the law seeking personal glorification by possessing those things that would extend their power in the eyes of others the last wave were common men tearing through the tomb seeking scraps whatever tossed aside by those whose actions had taken justice and freedom from the nation
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