Black History Before February

Before they whipped you

Before they beat you

Before they raped your Queens

Before they murdered your princes and princesses

Before they called you “nigger”

The birds sung in your honor

The wind whistled of your wisdom

The trees swayed for your drums

And the Earth told tales of your melanin filled royalty

Reclaim your throne, Kings

 

 

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Liberty and Justice for Some

2015 #BlackLivesMatter

2016 is only looking sadder

Tamir was gone before he could even blink

Eric couldn’t breathe let alone think

But what do their deaths really mean?

The media makes us out to be thugs and crack fiends

Drug dealers who smoke weed and drink lean

Loud mouth aggressors who purposely make scenes

Lazy bastards who only sleep but don’t have dreams

Protesters marching for an offensive movement

Maybe that’s why police kill our people like its soothing

Shoot us and abuse us until our bodies are no longer moving

And it’s pointless to put our hands in the air

The murderer from Ferguson let us know that they don’t care

Job description is to protect and serve

I speak for my people when I say it’s getting on my last nerve

Being treated like animals the way they pick us out of our herd

I’m not exaggerating, I’m speaking for those who aren’t heard

In America they claim you get what you earn

I deserve to be killed, that’s what I’ve learned

Murdered not by lynching but by police bullets while the evidence is burned

It’s like since we’re African American we don’t deserve American rights

So we’ll continue to pray, protest and fight

Because a great man once told me

“We gon be alright!”

Lost Questions

I find it strange that you claim to live your life by a book you’ve never completely read.

I find it strange that you still believe you can determine where I go once I’m dead.

I find it strange that I came here for church but your more worried about the hat that’s on my head.

I find it strange that you lack yeast if knowledge of self is God’s bread…

I find it strange that you twist the bible for your own personal gain.

I find it strange that if I question your book then I’m either a demon or insane.

I find it strange that you think your religion is the only one that’s real.

I find it strange you could be so deranged that requires a special kind of skill.

I find it strange you’re able to judge without knowing what someone feels.

I find it strange you don’t look for answers but if you don’t then I will…

The Note

I wrote this while alive

But if I’ve died

Its fine

I was already dead on the inside

 

For the smiles I’ve caused

Remember me as such

Know that your happiness mattered to me

Because I was never happy much

 

And if I ever brought you to tears

Know that I was crying myself

I’m sorry for the pain I brought

I was asking the wrong way for help

 

If you felt I left too soon

I’m sorry I couldn’t wait

I dealt with so much under the Sun

I needed to find my moon

 

If I let you down

I just couldn’t keep fighting

I felt like I lost everything

And the future was much too frightening

 

Know that I loved you all

I just couldn’t pretend any longer

I tried to stay up but I’d always fall

All I ask is for you to be stronger

 

I wasn’t as strong as you thought

And for that I apologize

Our memories together will never fade

So remember our good times

 

If I fail in my attempt to be free

If I can’t be the same as I was before

I beg of you to pull the plug

Respect my dying wish and let me be

 

-Too Distinct the Poet

Cleansing

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What’s up, King?

I apologize, I’m not trying to be strange

Should I call you “nigga?”

Because you answer to it like its your name

If you recognized yourself as royalty then its what you would’ve became

So when you call me “nigga”

I won’t answer and its not hard to explain

Its simple, we just aren’t the same

See you’re ok with killing our brothers

I’m trying to create a life for our children and their mothers

You’re fine with watching our people suffer

I’m trying to convince a black queen that I really do love her

I’d like to move our people ahead

You seem like you won’t be content until our people are dead

I’m attempting to teach you, King

I want you to know of the songs our ancestors sing

I wish to enlighten you

Let you know pyramids, ankhs and the eye of Horus should’t frighten you

Open your third eye and increase your sightings too

Introduce you to another world you could be flying through

Open your mind and realize things you couldn’t view

Like how your entire life you’ve been lied to

There’s no one better when you’re the best

But the media shows us black lives mean less

King, be strong with knowledge of self and stick out your chest

Put our culture on your shoulders

Help me clean up this mess

-Too Distinct the Poet

Watch me recite this poem on my YouTube channel. Here’s the link:

Cleansing by Too Distinct the Poet

Illusions

Feeling more distant as of late

Like this may not have been our fate

Maybe we did it too soon

Instead of you saying yes

You should’ve said lets wait

It’s mostly my fault though

Guess since I reached mine

I didn’t think about your goals

For that I apologize

Sad it took me this long to realize

Obviously I’m still stuck with hopes and a dream

Us being happy, a unit, a team

I mean

Things are just never as they seem.

Sobriety

And one day it was all over
Thought I was lucky to find it
Like a four leaf clover

I put nothing above it

Like cold beverages on coasters

Ironic I speak of drinks

Because since then 

I’m never sober
-Too Distinct the Poet

Blind Mass

blind

I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense

They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense

Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance

So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense

But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?

Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers

If the masses come together those on top would be under us

Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus

Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be

They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree

I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Break Up

Break ups are strange. Strange because the people who break up aren’t the same people who started a relationship. See, the goal is to continuously grow together. Unfortunately though, sometimes you only grow apart. In the end you’re stuck looking in the mirror feeling like not only is the person you’ve broken up with unfamiliar, but you don’t even know yourself anymore. 
-Too Distinct the Poet

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