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Revolt: Mind, My Color and Rhyme

Poetry By: Revolt
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Poetry deals with race acceptance and identity pride.


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Revolt: Mind, My Color and Rhyme

By: Revolt

Political Author & Poet

Your perception of me is complete by this example, nothing but mere negative connotations embedded into the minds of society from my head to my feet. My diction shall remain elementary; my mental capabilities are reduced to a minimum, my aspiration is but a figment of an imagination not known to people of my color all because… you say I'm worthless.

Good morning,

I am the head of all aggravation, the epitome of ignorance, and the median of all irritation. I… am Black.

To be considered an essence is but a dream, a dream simply out of reach.

My nature is violent; it's aggressive, incompetent you might add. For, I am but an outcast.


Your perception of me is complete by this example, nothing but mere negative connotations embedded into the minds of society from my head to my feet. My diction shall remain elementary; my mental capabilities are reduced to a minimum, my aspiration is but a figment of an imagination not known to people of my color all because… you say I'm worthless.

Within various fragments of this sanctimonious civilization I am not just Black. I am obsolete.

Hahahahah… I'm sorry I forgot.

You see niggas ain't supposed to know words over three syllables.

I'm destined to be a rapper

So I wear Jordan's and Snapbacks

Hahahahah…

I'm seen to be illiterate

I guess all my words are supposed to be small and rhyme

You right. So let me express my self through rhythm

You

Say that we're equal yet I say otherwise

Laws and decrees set against me

A compromise

MY

Color is but a figment

A dream in your eyes

While my mind comprehends the

Over abundance in lies

I

Try to grasp this difficult concept

As I live my life in pride

Knowing that my ancestors took a very large stride

Why

Do tears of pain flow down the face of equality

As it comes to stand a nation apart

Seeing how the call of unity is ringing everyone's heart

Try

To envision a life of love and compassion

Black skin with White skin and no degree of ration

People loving people with a truly divine passion…

But it remains….

Progression

Unequal to equal, separate but equal, equal to equal

Into Regression

Separate but equal, Unequal to equal

It still remains…

I

Remain nothing in your eyes

While the world laughs at me in despise

Continually using my failure as their success and their prize

MY

Color remains visible as if I'm wearing a disease

All of our women and daughters are being recognized as sleaze

We

Gain education to better our-selves oh please

How simple it would be to accept us with ease

Why

Must I remain a nigga left alone in a world that I built?

Connected by a sanctimonious society that blends like a quilt

Brick by brick my forefathers placed

Their souls

Their dignity

While distraught in the face

It's

Funny how we are "Oh the Land of the Free"

But all I tend to see is the home of hypocrisy

For

Hate has become air

Words spew our dislikes as if no one cares

The

Meanings behind what we say leave dividing lines

Between the superior and inferior

So

If I'm lying ask our definitions:

Black: evil or wicked. Black: deeply stained with dirt. Black: disastrous events, despair, pessimism. Black: of the very darkest color due to the absence of light. Black: full of hatred. Black: the opposite of white.

White: morally and spiritually pure. White: innocent and untainted. White: quality without malicious intent. White: visible and vibrant. White: honorable and generous. White: flowing with energy. White: the opposite of black.

It is known to everyone that I will never be accepted.

Unfortunately in our society this idea has never been rejected.

It's because of this idea that how I dress defines me

It's because of this idea that where I live dictates my personality

It's because of this idea that how I speak dictates my future


It's because of this idea that I will end up incarcerated

But whose idea is it that one day I will be successful

Stressful

To see that some niggas can read and write

Knowing that not all of us live to smoke and fight

You

Have created a new type of oppression

The influence that is meant to keep me bound by the shackles of my own mind

An insignificant discretion that causes my popularity to overturn logic

We

Have fallen into your illusion of status

Preaching how to walk but not walking it for practice

Dear God

Oh God

Please help set our Country free

For this has been a Black mind that thinks intelligently

Published February 20, 2012





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