Vestigial

A baby is born,
smooth onyx skin.
strong.
beautiful.
and black.

 

room filled with cheer and praise,
laughter
and love.
and relief too.

 

But
no one notices….
(or everyone pretends not to notice)
that shadow
in the small of his back
darker,
than his black skin.
no one sees
the faint tattoo shaped like jagged crow.

 

Not even the father, who has the same.

 

the boy grows,
young, gifted
and black.

bright white eyes looking forward,
but no one ever tells him
what is always behind him.

one day however,
the looks and the whispers,
and questionable jokes-
punctuated
by exclamation marks

swinging from trees
add up.

 

eventually
he comes to know what has followed him
all
his
life.

 

some cut it right off and are free:
free of their fathers
free of their history
free to build anew, upon a cloud of shame.

 

some see it and know it,
and they hate it.
and that crow festers into a rot,
into a poison.
they are lost and feel hopeless

 

my brother
do not cut away
that which made us strong.
and do not curse
that which is already done.

embrace the pain.
and know
that behind that crow
a lion roars.
…..
A PRIDE OF LIONS ROAR

so its OK for you to Roar too

 

Happy Fourth of July.

Keep on, Keeping on.

A baby is born,
smooth onyx skin.
strong.
beautiful.
and black.

 

 

 

 

room filled with cheer and praise,
laughter
and love.
and relief too.

 

 

 

 

But
no one notices….
(or everyone pretends not to notice)
that shadow
in the small of his back
darker,
than his black skin.
no one sees
the faint tattoo shaped like jagged crow.

 

 

Not even the father, who has the same.

 

 

the boy grows,
young, gifted
and black.

bright white eyes looking forward,
but no one ever tells him
what is always behind him.

 

 

one day however,
the looks and the whispers,
and questionable jokes-
punctuated
by exclamation marks

swinging from trees
add up.

 

 

eventually
he comes to know what has followed him
all
his
life.

 

 

 

some cut it right off and are free:
free of their fathers
free of their history
free to build anew, upon a cloud of shame.

 

 

some see it and know it,
and they hate it.
and that crow festers into a rot,
into a poison.
they are lost and feel hopeless

 

my brother
do not cut away
that which made us strong.
and do not curse
that which is already done.

embrace the pain.
and know
that behind that crow
a lion roars.
…..
A PRIDE OF LIONS ROAR

so its OK for you to Roar too

 

Happy Fourth of July.

Keep on, Keeping on.

My Country, ‘Tis Not For Me (Nor Thee)

running routes – all nasty and smooth
but we don’t run shit.

one kneeling blackskin
vs
32 Redskins.
&
White guilt, camouflaged as indignant rage.
&
Blue lines -blurred, at best.

one man. one strong man. one Black man.

My Brother,
you are not alone.

you are not
alone.

we are one nation
divided.

but
you are not alone.

But,
I will not lie,
it is dark right now.

Our light, once a beacon of potential,
is broken by prisms of greed,
and shrouded in a the veil of fear.

it is dark.

I was born right here,
in the dark
and I ain’t never been home.

never.

but,
hope
springs eternal
and,

if we close our eyes
and open our hearts

some may see,
not
you and me,

But We.

I know a blind man
who could see the beauty
we yearn to be:

Ray Sings America”1972-2011 | The Pop History Dig

https://youtu.be/TRUjr8EVgBg

Lyrical Paradox-ical

free to cartwheel
amongst the gears

brave enough
to sup on fears

 

 

 

 

complicated discussions
on the meaning of life

protecting the innocent
by flashing a knife

 

 

 

 

ecstatic wanderings
in a lonely bed.

the deepest wisdom
in an innocent’s head

 

 

 

 

golden raindrops
on a cloudless day.

keeping silent
to have your say