Growing up I always
envied the
dark
complexion
of my grandmother
and mother's
skin
and I
remember
that my mother called
it olive
but my grandmother
does not look green
to me
like an alien
a thought that
scares me for
a moment
but it's ok
because the
US government says
that aliens
actually
come in brown
and one of those
aliens
shot a Black
police officer
in Houston
and suddenly
the black man
is allowed to be the
victim
because he is
AMERICAN
(but isn't Mexico in the Americas?)
but Bush says the
aliens are coming
and so just like
Blacks and Latinos
were lowered from
poplars after
9.11
and told to cheer
while the Arabs were lifted
in their place...
now the Black community
has its evidence
that these aliens
really
are attacking
and Will Smith can't
save us now
We need to secure
our borders
before another
Black cop gets shot
But what if it was a white
doctor
who put two bullets in
the back of that
young Black man with
five children
I doubt it would be
at the top of the
hour
drowning out
word from the
White House
that we are
LESS SAFE
now than 5
years ago
A recent anniversary
which has made
sure
that the
Muslims
continue to be
strangled in
those
trees
just with some new
company
and
we
don't
get
it
that as long as there
are ropes
hanging
from those trees
it could be
any of us
hanging from those
ropes
and to stand in the
crowd
as
ANYONE
is stripped of
their rights
and not say as loud as
you can
THIS IS NOT RIGHT
is damn near as bad
as tying the
noose
yourself
we are not done yet
we cannot rest at
small victories
we need to align
in solidarity
for
and not against
so even if we take all
the guns
off the streets
we're not done
because some
people don't have
food to eat
and my cousin's
marriage
is not recognized
in any other state
and my size 2
best friend
thinks she needs to lose
10 pounds
and a
Mexican immigrant is
being profiled
right now
because a murderer
shares his nation
and if that's the
litmus
test then
we
are
all
fucked
because the
blood
of millions is on the hands
of an "American"
and the crowd is
gathering under those poplars again
and maybe this time
we’re all strange fruit
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
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