I brought you into this world I can take you out.
These are familiar words that every black child hears when they act up
The Father, our Father
clenches his jaw and whispers these words into our ears
I brought you into this world I can take you out
For I formed your body on the 6th day just before dusk
From dust. Brown, dirty, sandy, grimy, soot
Yes, the skin you’re in
the skin you love is dust
Perhaps Adam and Eve discovered this and were so ashamed of their sin that they had to cover skin with leaves. Your naked body is nothing but a suit made of soot, so don’t get too cocky
Just always remember that I am the creator, the painter, the savior, the life-raiser, the original not a fabricator, I AM GREATER
And I can take you out effortlessly
But Be reassured that your skin is not a product of sin
When I injected melanin, I was not playing a game of craps
You’re not leftover scraps
I didn’t leave you in the oven too long or take you out too early
This was planned.
You were planned
You are perfect. No arguments here
Your recipe just called for more pigmentation.
And your hair
Of wooly sensation
Unfortunately, you’re ashamed of it, but I gave you this hair so that you could more resemble me
The lamb of sinners slain, the Lamb of God, the righteous
You have feigned a different hairstyle in an attempt to escape the pre-ordained
Okay, okay, I understand your ancestors were enslaved, but
By pressing your hair, to impress others, you’re just oppressing yourself
Slavery is over, we’ve fought the war on civil rights, we’ve eliminated the daunting” not for colored” signs on brown doors
Every morning when you get dressed, you never leave the house without your whip or your chains.
You say you don’t look pretty without it.
You put on your armor to meet these mean streets of Mattapan, Dorchester, or Detroit
To only fight against yourselves.
You say the white man’s got you down
I say you are your very own Zimmerman.
World star is on your mental bucket list, but in reality, it’s the devil’s invention to keep you from getting actual stars on your crown.
Where’s the star in world star? What are you actually known for? That you can be breaking barriers, but you’re breaking noses.
You’re so impressionable.
Look how it only took TWO CHAINS to mentally shackle you.
Investing in chains and jewelry forgetting that you yourselves are royalty in heaven.
Your Jewels are already pre-purchased for you are princes and princesses
Instead, you’ve pulled up to the scene with your ceiling missing simply because you can’t afford it.
Can’t afford to pay attention to your education because you’re too busy playing slave master
Field nigger, house nigger, coon, camel lips, and cotton picker..sound familiar?
You’ve reused, reduced, and recycled these derogatory terms to nigga, oreo, thot, slut, hoe, light skinned, dark skinned
They’ve become a part of modern vernacular.
Your name is not Kunta Kente nor is it Toby anymore.
I’ve renamed you with my blood, my chains, my whips, my lashes, my nail pierced hands, my sweat, my tears, my death, my resurrection, my salvation.
I’ve named you Victory
I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.
You better not act up.