I cry my brothers and sisters
For those who will never see tomorrow.
Copious tears I shed for my people;
blood red tears, they reflect my sorrow.
The sheen of the darkest flesh
will never stand the test of time.
Its glow fades with each day
When the mournful tune of death’s bell will chime.
Must I look upon stark evil;
The depraved that have no soul?
And those who look like me
Walk hand in hand with the slave patrol.
Not all of us have sold out
nor have we taken Massa’s bone.
We stand proud and shake our head
because selling out, we don’t condone!
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
I wrote this poem for the piece of shit that posted a picture of the filth that killed Freddie Gray and titled it, “This is racism?! You goddamn right, it is racism! Black people have…
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