1.1.2022 And Our Lives Are Still Called Fake

Whole Picture Poetry

Our experiences

Offend

Not because our rights are violated

No

Because people fail

To comprehend

The truth of it

When we express

We are considered

More threatening

Than terrorist organizations

The lie of White supremacy

Touches every thing

Every aspect of life

Every possibility

Of survivability

But we’re expected

Not to complain

We’re expected

To accept it

Allow it to resonate

Bow down to it

As if this is how things

Were made

This is our “lot in life”

Because we are born with melanin

But we’re the ones considered crazy

For not accepting it

We’re supposed to “accept”

That we are “inferior”

If we don’t then we deserve

Whatever is thrown at us

Imgagine if we behaved the same

But we can’t even speak of our actual

Lived

Experiences

Without people getting scared

Confused

Dazed

By the mirror of their own hate

DISGUSTING!

We’re supposed to accept it all

Without even attempting

To stand for our own rights

Inalienable

As they may be

Our existence

So threatening

That instead of being offended

By our dehumanization

People are more concerned with

How we advocate for our own life

Will affect them personally

I couldn’t even write this poetry piece

Without getting hacked

Before finishing

We have no access to justice

Outside of the manipulations

Of political strings

We have no access to equality

Let alone equity

We have no access to build

Anything

Unless it benefits

The same insurgency

Destroying democracy

Scapegoating Black lives

Every step of the way

YES

BLACK LIVES MATTER

I WILL KEEP SAYING IT

ALONG WITH THE WORDS

DEFUND THE POLICE

It doesn’t matter if you believe

Or agree

What matters is that I have the right to say it

So where is YOUR democracy?

We can’t tell the truth

About anything

At all

Ever

That’s exactly how tyrants

Want life to remain

In a failed fascist state

That benefits the very deviants

Who weaponized a pandemic

And killed of millions

With absolute impunity

It’s 1.1.2022

And my life is still called fake

If a White man didn’t say it

Then it can’t have validity

If a White man didn’t accomplish it

Then it has no place

If a White man didn’t claim it

Then it will never be

That’s what my handlers taught me

“If you want to be heard by anybody

You have to be a White man with a PhD”

That was 1983

It’s a new day

Nothing has changed

I am still more heavily censored

Thank than most terrorist organizations

I am still homebound

Without access to anything

I am still without the payment of my contract

Or the honoring of anything promised to me

I am still without any direct COVID cash relief

I am still without any support or aid

Though I am totally disabled

From serving my country

My own government continues to deny me

While simultaneously surveilling me

Claiming it’s all conspiracy

They did the same to my father

He died alone

Never receive justice

Never receiving the treatment he needed

Never receiving acknowledgement

Or reparations

For the harm caused to his family

IT’S DISGUTSING!

But speaking of it means we get scrubbed

Algorithms rewritten to target our voices

And erase what society couldn’t take

We live every atrocity

Daily

Yet this holocaust is still called fake

The ethnic cleansing of Black America

Still called fake

The systematic attack

Of every aspect

Of every level

Of every corner of society

Where Black people are policed out of existence

But we’re not supposed to talk of such things

We’re supposed to embrace

The very system

That tells us ever day

That we don’t matter

But we’re supposed to embrace such things

Our humanity denied

The attacks we survive

Constantly deemed

“Fake”

As if we aren’t real to begin with

So how could any aspect of our lives be real

Whenever Black people speak

We are told our words are nothing more

Than a fantasy

Yet we live it every day

It says more about the observer

Than those of us experiencing the pain and suffering

If I were to spend time and energy

On a dream

It certainly wouldn’t be to benefit

The people torturing, raping, and stealing from me

As well as my ENTIRE community

It requires extreme arrested development

To look at a fellow humans experience

And be offended by them putting words

To their pain

At the hands of predators

Who thrive off of tyranny and hate

DISGUSTING!

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