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…

Messages from LV

1/3Hey, Idk if this is a real number. Even if it is idk if you’re a real person. Either way I needed to tell someone about this crazy shit I go thru so I texted you. First things first, my name’s Lovely but everyone calls me LV. Right now I’m sitting in a brand new BMW afraid for my life. It’s not my car, it’s Zach’s. Zach is…I guess you could say he’s one of my “guy friends” if you know what I mean. Don’t judge me. So Zach is basically being forced to drop off “a package” at these projects in one of the most hood parts of town. I mean like super scary, I wouldn’t have even came her with a black dude. Oh yeah Zach’s white btw. I have no clue what’s in the duffle bag…well…I have an idea. It could be the usual drugs or money. So yeah to sum this up, I’m in a brand new BMW in the hood while one of my fuck buddies who is nowhere near hood is being forced to drop off some shit. You’re probably wondering wtf I did to get here. I’ll tell you in the next message, I have to grab my charger for this one. Xoxo

-LV

Message Read

2/3 K, I’m back. Sorry my phone died and you know they take forever to come back on. So I was telling you how I got into this shit with Zach’s ass. I met him a couple months ago. We were at a coffee shop when he approached me. Usually I’m only here for dark chocolate but sometimes I make an exception. He came cool and respectful on some “idk if you’re into white guys but I’d love to take you out” type shit. So I accepted and fast forwarding we went out about 5 times and tonight while we were fucking…I mean really fucking. He had me calling his ass daddy, smacking my ass while he fucked me from the back and I could tell he’d been with a black chick before because his ass knew not to touch my hair. He could’ve but he probably didn’t wanna risk it. Anyway I’m getting of track. While we were fucking someone was beating on the door of his condo like they were the police. He told me to hold on but it’s not like I could do anything else the way he was going ham on my ass. He threw on some pants and went to the door then I heard this deep ass voice saying some shit like “Where tf is my money, Z?” I got up only to see this big 6 foot something black bald dude looking like he was about to kill Zach. So like any other smart black person I stayed silent in the damn room because I liked Zach and all but I wasn’t about to be the second victim in a double homicide. Fuck naw bih! So I hear Zach tell him “I got your money nigga here, damn!” I was like :-0 obviously his ass wasn’t as afraid as I was. I realized he had to have some type of relationship with the dude because it’s no way he could get away with saying “nigga” to someone he didn’t. The black dude was like “Nah fuck that, you should’ve had it when I first asked for it. I know not to front you shit else. You’re taking this to the spot.” Zach was shook. He started pleading with the dude to just take the money, promising he wouldn’t be late again. He even offered to pay double! I couldn’t understand why Zach wasn’t afraid of this big ass guy but he was afraid of “the spot.” Now I know though :-(. So how did I get here? This dumbass tried to use me as a cop out. I guess he thought baldy would think since I was a women I shouldn’t go and neither should Zach. He got all sensitive like “I got my girl here, man. She don’t belong in places like that. We ain’t got no business there.” So the black guy looks into the room at my nosey, eavesdropping ass and says “take her with you” he said he was going to make sure I went cause he had some people waiting for the package and he would ask them if I was here or not. As much as I would’ve loved to leave Zach’s snitching ass hanging, I wasn’t trying to be a casualty so here I am in this grimey ass hood waiting for Sir Snitch-A-Lot to get back so we can go. I’ve never seen so many crackheads in one place but then again I never grew up in a place like this. My parents kept me far away from anything hood which is probably why I love hood shit so much well…at least I thought I did. It’s dark and all I hear are police sirens and OH SHIT! Gun shots!

Message Read

3/3 Ok I’m home but when I say I didn’t think I’d make it here…Listen, so I was sitting there texting you and then I saw Zach coming out of the spot. The only thing was this motherfucker was running. I mean, he looked like he was running for his life. Turns out he was cause a couple seconds after he ran out, someone was right behind him chasing that ass! Luckily even when he was scared half to death he wasn’t stupid because he put that push-to-start to good use! Once he started the car the guy chasing him stopped running and started shooting at him! I was like “OMG! This too much!” Zach’s ass must’ve taken the red pill though because I could’ve sworn he turned into Neo and dodged everyone of those bullets! Then he got into the car and didn’t say shit to me! After all that, he didn’t bother to explain a damn thing! It’s whatever though. He took me to my car and I brought my black ass home. All I know is that’s the last time I’ll be seeing him. At least I’m safe now. You’re really easy to talk to though. I’ll hit you up later, cool?

Xoxo

-LV

Message Read

The Break Up is Official

Please go check out my video on YouTube. It’s a simple thank you for everyone who has kept up with my series The Break Up. I just wanted to let everyone know that I really appreciate all the advice and critiques as I enjoyed the entire process. The video can be found here. Also I’d ask that everyone check out my new series Messages From LV. I posted only a snippet of it to spark some interest and the rest of the first part will be posted tomorrow morning so be on the look out. If you haven’t already, you can check out the final part to the series The Break Up: Aftermath.  Again, thank you all so much.

-Too Distinct the Poet

Untitled (Written May 29th 2015)

You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors

We become fools instead of royalty 

When you as a queens doubt your kings

We become weaker as men if you listen 

To how we speak down on our women 

And trade the name bitch for their givens

One thing I learned…

You get what you earn 

Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling 

Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering 

Perspective

I just want to be left alone
To go outside and not be ran up on
I want to feel protected when I see police
Not like if they catch me alone they might kill me
I don’t deserve that no one does
For the same reason Rosa kept her place on that bus
I am not less than a white male
I don’t belong in the cages you refer to as jail
My skin tone does not render me useless
I wasn’t born to hang from nooses
I’m not a thing for cops to kill and be abusive
My skin may be dark
But their hearts are darker
I should not be a civil rights martyr
I’m Eric a father and husband
I should not have been choked to death like my life meant nothing
I am Michael a son and a brother
I should not have been shot nor should my parents have to suffer
I am Trayvon and I just wanted to go home
My friend should not have heard me die on the phone
I am Tamir and I just wanted to play
The police shouldn’t have killed me and let my body lay
If I could be white for just an hour
I’d tell the police how #BlackLivesMatter just as much as ours
But I’m black for the rest of my life and that’s fine with me
I just ask that police protect our communities peacefully