POETRY|POLITICS|PEOPLE

You can't treat us like dogs anymore, you can't treat us like we are not important.

When you said horrible things and displayed disgusting behaviors, we lived through it, so when we say Black lives matter and you respond with all lives matter we know that's bullshit.

We overstand this, and We innerstand that it's searching for separation, a fight, we get it.

We are no longer deterred or defined by your deceptive practices, we know Black lives matter and we don't need you as an overseer of this, we need you to understand it.

We as Black people all over the entire world just need for white supremacy and all of its privileged ones to understand, and that means listening.

Finally, have we gotten your attention? Can you see us in the streets dying for nothing? Can you see the slave patrols erasing our roles in life before your very eyes now?

Have you realized that you haven't been human for a long time? While, covering your eyes you have been subhuman and forced into mental oppression just as much as we have been forced into physical oppression.

This, mental regression with strong remnants of digression over stressing we, have been through it all and you're Awakening it is sending you through painstaking changes that can cause PTSD, just imagine what it has done to me.

Get out of my way, get your knees off my neck, you're trying to paralyze me won't make me forget, or become more submissive. I told you to listen. I don't need your opinion, give it to your brother's racism.

Stop, threatening me in the park, attempting to box me into a mental darkness that I hardly get to leave because of you. Stop trying to dissect my hue and Lord knows this tongue-lashing is well past due.

You have been the serpents in my story for longer than my family's history is remembered.

You have lied about that cold dark December, you called me Savage and beat me to tender, snap crackle and pop as the amber's kendle, you have been absolutely soulless.

The sad part about it is that you know this, it is no secret you're just tired, you don't have the strength for this type of hate, it takes too much energy, and it degrades so poetically.

It takes life, it takes love, it takes kindness and murders it, and it massacres the inner we, leaving only the victor a victorious enemy.

Do you see the effects of your self hate, do you recognize that you walked into a land that housed many different beautifully laid palettes and laid waste?

Royal babies, sophomores, seniors and graduates. You pillaged yes, you stole, and at every turn you took advantage, and false control.

You were our Boogeyman, you were our thief in the night, I guess that's why you stole our stories, and made our Gods White.

Tell me, what was your definition for Savage? Tell me, when you were in Africa in 1619, what defined a riot, what was looting and did your forefathers stand with those who conspired? Let me know what was a liar? I want to know who poisoned the soil while starting the fires?

Why can't your targets see reparations along with all of the systemic effects of racism, why can't your brethren see the prisms of pillaging, while constantly stealing from my people and lying to us?

Sit down you need this, you're crying is only Affirmation of your fragility, and it has enabled you my sympathy, I can't do it anymore.

This is not a Sprint, it's a marathon, I pass the baton because someone else has something to put your mind on.

Remember, listen we are well past your opinion, we now offer our editions of this story.

Synthia