ONE MILE TO DEATH BY POLICEMAN

(Poem 30 of 365)

ONE MILE TO DEATH BY POLICEMAN

I have a box of German chocolate cake mix I need to mix right now.

My oven has already preheated to the proper heat to allow.

A quick check in the refrigerator door...

I am out of eggs, so I need a quick drive to the store.

And, as usual, I will pick up some additional chow.

But before I walk out my front door, over across the floor...

As always, I leave a little note under the magnet on the refrigerator door.

The note is profound...

The reason is very lowdown...

For you see, I am a black man and I might now survive the drive I abhor.

For you see, they are killing black men for sport on the American streets!

These murderers are policemen so racist they don't even wear sheets!

They pull us over for the hell of it...

Order us out of our cars from which we sit...

And then shoot us dead even as we plead for our lives, obsoletes.

The note I leave informs my family of why I might not be home!

The contents is as stoic and serious as the caption on a tomb! 

In short, If I am not home when you read this note...

Check the news to see if, there on the bloody street, is all I finally wrote...

Shot dead before, or after, I purchase my eggs.. in an unreasonable gunshot boom!

So here I go to make my half mile run through the gauntlet called the city.

I am so freaking afraid to drive the distance, it is a damn pity.

Will I be just another dead Negro laid out on the ground...

Filled with bullet lead from a trigger happy white policeman unsound?

Or, can I make it back home ALIVE... here's a prayer for God's pity!

RLJ

REPUBLICANISM 1984... IN 2014 FOR YEARS TO COME

REPUBLICANISM 1984... IN 2014 FOR YEARS TO COME

(Poem 27 of 365)

Here is a call to every woman concerned with her control of her own body.

She needs to read the many articles written in the 2012 Spring time,

 And the Summer time, 

Issues of the Huffington Post and other news outlets. 

This anti-woman’s rights crap directly affects each of you! 

You being told,

Good women of America, 

There is an evil monster called the Republican party…

That is stalking you every moment of your lives.

It is waiting for the moment to pounce on the back of your necks…

 To kill your independent will with one swift bite!

(Poem 28 of 365)

Women of American ethics…

There are people out here who are trying to warn you of your danger.

They want you to know that you are under assault… 

By deranged Republican conservative white men who, 

Wrapped in their twisted bastardization of their backwater, 

Hillbilly fundamentalist religion, 

Are trying to make you the equivalent of the hardest,

 Of the hardcore of women around the world who are suppressed, 

And controlled by the various hard hand of god religions on this earth! 

Republican men appear to HATE your right to reproduce at your own will... 

And your right to control the conception process inside your own body! 

What in the hell am I, 

a black male writer steeped in obscurity, 

Talking about? 

Pick up a newspaper and read it,

Ladies!

(Poem 29 of 365)

Women of America…

You better revolt against the men of a 2014 America!

They who believe you do not have the right to control your own body! 

And you had better do it now! 

These Republican politician men are plotting, 

Every day, 

To create and pass their Draconian anti-woman laws! 

Women of America…

You better revolt against the Republican conservative insanity!

 You better fight for your right to control your own bodies,

 Before the police come knocking on your door one day, 

To drag you off to a Republican sanctioned laboratory… 

To literally jam their “TRANSVAGINAL PROBES” inside of you, 

Without your consent, 

To see what you have inside your wombs! 

You think I’m bullshitting you? 

Open your computers, 

Scroll down a few articles,

 To find out what Republican horrors could still happen to you in your state… 

TODAY!

RLJ

THE ANGER PARADIGM

THE ANGER PARADIGM

(POEM 22 OF 365)

Fellow brothers and sisters, 

Don’t you ever forget the past!

Never allow the non-black talking heads who disseminate lies and confusion...

To talk you down from your high perch of black self-reflections.

Remember this -- 

Few Caucasian hands will drag you up and out of the mire...

When the racism hits the fan and splatters all over their glass palaces.

(POEM 23 OF 365)

Where does their anger come from?

Don’t you take that shit from a man who is a part of the majority.

Why do you think anti-black white supremacy is resurging across this land?

The black kick-your-ass real black men,

They who once roamed and guarded these mean streets,

Have mostly been neutered by the man, 

Thus emboldening the nastier common white man.

(POEM 24 OF 365)

Why can the nasty FOX bastard shoot off at the mouth, 

With conspicuous impunity...

Concerning black on black concerns...

Without anyone of black power challenging his indignant attitude’s toward them?

Because today the most ardent black voices quiver,

 And melt to fleshy jelly, 

When the loud white man,

Sucking on his putrid stogy,

Points a fat finger at his face and yells out nonsense rhetoric.

You,

 Soul Brother,
Should shock the world and give the FOX man a hearty --

 FUCK YOU!

(POEM 25 OF 365)

Your entire life has been built upon goddamn lies! 

Confusing lies told to you by the white bastards of history obfuscation.

They wrote the books that filled you with confusion...

 And then warped your perceptions of your Fantasy America...

With the lily white 1950’s white fantasy dreamland... 

Every year before you finally rebelled.

It is not a science fiction fact that -- 

Black people could have lost the fight for rights during that time!

Another assassination here, 

A stealthy hanging there,

a biased law passed there -- 

Imagine the horror of possibilities!

(POEM 26 OF 365)

Your crazy American,

African-American,

Life finally come to the point of...

Tell that man to respect you because he is not the boss of you!

 The decision was made to take no more shit from that man!

You eventually learned how to play the game to keep the peace and get your bread!

Be respectful...
But do what you have to do to get what he has.

Just always remember where you and yours came from!

Note --

A FOX is considered vermin to be trapped and relocated in some societies!

Consider that the next time the FOX man lies to you,

About you,

Directly to your face!

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3-5-07