Intuit's Vibe
Black Rage
By Crystal Cartier©
Was I born to be a free Man or was I born to be a slave?
Destined to crawl around on my knees
and eat crow until the grave
What kind of Father would do this to His Children?
How can I believe He really cares?
When I get to Heaven
will there still be elevators for Whites Only
while Black folks take the stairs?
Is there poetic justice to be had for those oppressed?
Do we have to die to be happy?
Why must we live in such distress?
Idealists live in the State of Denial
until Trouble strikes close to home
In the meantime victims remain voiceless
in the Lion's Den all alone
Executed or locked up cages
Tracked by the System like wild beasts
Controlled and manipulated
killing each other out of desperation in the streets
Cruelty and abuse flows downhill
Victims become victimizers
Hungry beasts kill to eat their fill
White folks only help us when securely looking down
Then desert you in a pinch if you get close to higher
ground
Other races smugly snub us then look the other way
"Better you than me."
They shrug and walk away...I hate them all!
I hate anyone that thinks they are better than me
I hate being the lowest on the food chain
I hate anyone that looks like me
I'm mad as hell at people....I'm mad as hell at God
I'm tired of getting kicked around like a mongrel dog
When I look into the mirror; I even hate myself
I'm losing all compassion...Black Rage is all that's left.
You Don't Give a
Damn About Me
I love white folks as individual human beings
But I deeply resent them as a race
It's difficult to ignore oppression
& maintain a smile upon my face
You say we complain too much
You say its all in our head
You live in a state of denial
Then have the nerve to call yourself my friend
But you don't give a damn about me
You pretend to be concerned
You pretend everything is fair
You pretend you're not a racist
You tell yourself you care
But its obvious to a blind man that
when push really comes to shove
you'll support the statusquo
to protect what you REALLY Love.... Money
See? Like I said...
You don't REALLY give a damn about me.
You say its just tradition
But in your heart you cherish the legacy
that put your kind in charge
and dark folks on their knees
Secretly you believe your kind was born to rule
That's why there'll be no reparations for slavery
Meanwhile you smile in my face & treat me like a fool
But its ok? ~cause I already know that...
You don't give a damn about me.
But one day you are going to need me
When trouble brings you to my door
you'll need my voice to vouch for you
when adding up your score
Despite all the times you looked away
when you could have helped
Despite all the pain you've caused me
while lying to yourself
I'll forgive & try to help you but I must truthfully
report...
when both of us must answer to a higher court...
When I was hungry did you feed me?
When I was homeless did you care?
When they unjustly locked me up
your apathy put me there
You don't give a damn about me.
C.Cartier© 2/24/04
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Be sure to read Crystal's
new novel
"Curse of the Vendetta"
available wherever books are sold or
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