Horses

Being black is like a lone woman in a dark alley at night
It's dangerous
Being black means that they want us as silent as the night that Mary gave birth to Jesus
The pigment of our skin is represented by the black pen
in which we use to write our speech
And no matter how much they want us to be silent we tell them that's the one thing you will not be able to teach
So we teach our children how to be defiant
And we tell them no matter how much it hurts do not be compliant
Stand your ground and Stand up for yourself
Because if you don't there will be no body else
The only reliable help is self-help

And if you won't help yourself then eventually you'll go back to being the help

When Our brothers and sisters turn their backs on us
They might as well get back to being used to sitting back at the back of the bus
Let me reiterate
White men and white skin
Do not have a problem fitting in
They will delude us, misuse us, abuse us, and refuse us our rights
But it's our fault because we never gave them any other fights
The civil rights movement should have never end because it's not over
Not until I can walk down the street without having to look over my shoulder
They gave us the illusion that we were free but nothing is free without a price
I'll give you that advice (for free)
They gave us the illusion that we have the right to vote
But Malcolm X said and I quote:
"A man who stands for nothing will fall for anything" but we still fell for the joke that was us so what does that tell you

They gave us those illusion because they came to this conclusion that we were not bright enough to stand up to  for the white in us

Being black means that they walk us over, they stomp us over, they march us over, they kick us over, they pull us over, they kill us over nothing
Because they feel entitled to the title that the tidal wave will give them;
white horses
So they conquered our bodies, conquered our lives, and they conquered our minds
But in the end times we no longer recognize the white horses because they've become pale horses
They killed our children and they killed our souls so we become nothing
Starved by our self ignorance
Plagued by the hindering of our brilliance; black horses

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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