I Don’t Need Your Guilt, I’ve Got Enough Of My Own

White light

Switch back to the darkness they can’t see

Black shadows hide my nature

And you are so afraid

Psychotic and punished by my brain

I take these streets

My brothers face down for nothing wrong

Fuck the police, the city, our people’s song

Cause sometimes I really hate you

Turn on the news, you’re marching with us

Trying to be black, you’re out of whack

Out of practice, out of luck, out of spazz

I go nuts on these pages, see me act out

I don’t have a message, but messages

And I need messengers to carry out the word

Not imposters, but responders

Backs who’ve carried the pain

Skin tones who’ve taken the blame

Hair textures who’ve taken the shame

Hands torn and mangled, became lame

I need someone a little insane

Because this life requires we be a little

Nobody ever stood out

Being like everyone else

Swimming against the tide takes guts

Dignity, and a whole lotta love

Rise above for your people

Rise above for your nation

And leave your white guilt at the door

I don’t need it

I’ve got enough of my own

6 thoughts on “I Don’t Need Your Guilt, I’ve Got Enough Of My Own

  1. Every time i read these poems i want a conversation. They deserve a conversation. And eye contact. And understanding. Both very difficult over this medium. I enjoy your posts. 👏🏼✌🏼😎

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      1. But your poetry is good! So all is well. I would write comments but it wouldn’t come through correctly. Just know i and many support you. Followed on Instagram!! ✌🏼🎶🎶🎶

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