Racism is when you have laws set up, systematically put in a way to keep people from advancing, to stop the advancement of a people. Black people have never had the power to enforce racism, and so this is something that white America is going to have to work out themselves. If they decide they want to stop it, curtail it, or to do the right thing … then it will be done, but not until then.
Black vacuum in my sorrow,
suck me in as if air,
to fight, is futile,
ever large, ever present.
Black clown in my paranoia,
toys with me as if mad,
fill my senses with electricity,
to catch him, impossible.
Black general in my rage,
poisons my blood with filth,
fills my veins with kerosene,
blinding resentment accumulates.
Black orchestra in my madness,
fills my ears with deafening pain,
distorts the filters through which I see,
deeping wedge in my foundations.
Black Satan in my life,
grounds me by his immense gravity,
chained like a dog by the neck,
amputate the life i’ve been given.
Chilling grip they have,
after all it’s my light they fear.