But this may hurt a little.
I’m sick and tired of White supremacy.
As if everywhere I go I’m the blackboard running away from the chalk.
Trying to define me and confine me.
I will no longer stay shut.
Listen well when I say you don't want to cross my way because I will do the teaching, teach you what your parents have mis taught you, give you lessons in manners-101, stay humble-205.
This mouth of mine will speak truth
These hands of mine will write history
These feet of mine will walk through hate and turn it into love.
Does this color of mine intimidate you, does it turn your stomach around, is our intellect is too vast for your brain capacity so you try to incapacitate us in your society, or your inability to tame this gold that shines every time we hit the sunlight.
This curly raggedy hair.
These ashy knees and elbows.
These eyes as dark as your soul.
Is here for you.
We are coming for you.
We will take whatever is rightfully ours,
We will breathe, laugh, and sing as loud as we can.
Let me take you back in history.
When the first man who walked this earth was of black color and African decent.
Where power and strength resided with the richness of melanin.
Where the sun kissed our mothers and fathers.
Black is not a color
Black is History
Black is resistance
Black is pride
Black is dominance
Black is hustle
Black is us....
And as black as the night we will continue to thrive.
We will continue to conquer.
As black as our eyes we will continue to see that we are worth something.
That we are creations of God.
And as black as the sky we will aim no lower, we will fly and soar without limits.
We’ve gotten to a point where racism in the Middle East is so normalized, that people seize to see its existence.
Waving their phones in the air yelling Nigga like they don’t care, ain’t nobody correcting ain’t nobody there, ain’t no slavery, and they ain’t no fair. Nigga on their tongue like a right they earned and it’s all clear.
You don’t have the right to say Nigga if you are not black, period. Not in songs not in public, not in poetry. I don’t care where you previously lived, I don’t care if all your friends are black, you’re not black therefore you don’t have the right to misuse it.
See I grew up being told that my skin is a flaw, that my coffee bean complexion ain’t wavy so they stay roasting us. They got our own people doubting and hating us.
But let me ask you,
How do you know what beauty is if you’ve never seen it?
It’s like asking a colorblind person to name all colors of the rainbow.
I believe energy can transfer from an atom to another, and your negativity toward.
Us maybe something you should stop and think about twice, before you taste the bitterness of your medicine.
The prophet SAW (Peace be Upon Him) has taught us that when a stranger comes in your home, you treat him with respect and love
You give him what you have
So how is it when our people, by pass your country, it’s seen as an opportunity for easy money.
Hanging, burning, beating like a carcass.
Our own people are being treated worse than animals.
Raise your voice, speak louder, fight harder.
Get this message through
We will always try 10x more to get what the average man is getting.
But we will work 100x times harder, Like Simba fought Muffassa ,until we rise, like a king on his thrown. We will rise.
I don’t believe that racism will end
But I do believe that we can stop its actions.
I believe we can let across
That if you feel
Anyway towards people of color
The fault doesn’t lie within us
It lies within you
We’re not a property displayed for sale.
We are God made beings,
We’re the first God made beings.
Poem by: Mathani M