Oh, You're Pissed?

CATEGORY

life

I've got

so many thoughts in my head

tangled,

ensnared

like a fly in a web.

Strangled;

unable to ride on a breath.

Words dangle

from tip of my tongue.

I reflect . . .

Lives mangled and burned

as if angels had turned

their backs on our blackness.

God wasn't concerned.

In His Name

my three-fifths-ness

always reaffirmed

in the minds of the privileged.

Real lessons been learned.

HANDS UP,

'cause mine MATTERs.

CAN'T BREATHE

while I'm battered.

Emotionally,

I am choked and blood-spattered.

Unarmed with batons

to deep states of tazer.

Tears bleed from the eyes

of my seed at behaviors

disbelieved

by white neighbors.

Deny their own eyes

even when LIVE STREAMS

OF FRESHLY WIDOWED CRIES

reveal the insanity

of stolen humanity.

Pleas of DON'T SHOOT

precede last gasps in vanity.

My manhood apparently

still lacking two fifths.

Their blue nature denying

my manhood exists,

and so, I resist,

pump up my clenched fist,

drop down to one knee on TV.

Oh, you're pissed?

Fvk you and your feelings.

I'm just getting started, b!tch.

- HymnAgen