Where you gonna run to
when
The itch in the back of their throats
is scratched

When
The chains holding the
choke back from
an entire species
Decides that Melanin
should not congregate to genocide

Where will your sprint take you

Will you ride your gavels like
Brooms into the hallowed night
Pour their children into the
cauldron
you've potion'd
into existence
to end the
chase
Your
Spells may work best at night
where you can sew together shadows
to dress up your wrongs
but
at night
is where we are
most comfortable
After all
isn't it our
Midnight that's
the cause for all your
witchcraft
in the first place
So
again
I ask
Where will you sleep
when the earth opens its jaws
and swallows you whole
When
you meet their claws
on your plunge to Valhalla
They will
remind
how nethanderal can be cut
from a body like an abscess
These mothers
of boys
will remind you
These fathers
of daughters
will
remind you
will frankenstein
will alchemy
will conjure Toussaint
Will piece together Garvey
and Malcolm
into that
new nu terrorist
that post modern Carmichael
and he or she
will be birthed by your hands
your forearms will have kneaded
the flesh that will hatch them
into being
There will be no
entertainment to Mammy away this reckoning
No re-launch of "Good Times
and "What's Happening" to calm the masses
to ease the erupting savage you've been marinating

Done decided that
Jails are too passé
so you go right to carving caskets
You
keep this up
and the amount of
Sioux Indians and drowned Africans
who will lend their souls willingly
to all these incubating revolutionaries
will be more than you can fathom
and it
will be
because of you
from
your actions
All because
Freedom been living in your blood for so long
you've deity'd you're sacrifices
and
after years of conquer
fallen for your
own hype

It's too easy

Been too simple
to wash the noose of your fingertips
even the excuses
have privilege constructing eulogies
Like we
been wearing all this black skin
In preparation for mourning
Every morning
Can't you smell
The sulphur shadowing their loss
Each time you
Remove a body
an angel loses its wings
And soon
They will all be falling from
Heaven to reclaim their flight

Where will you hide then

And
No
this is not a warning
Do not mistake this
for threat
It's just
that nature
has a way if cleansing itself
and
the chain gang in their prays
been collecting
rocks for some time and
pretty soon
forgiveness
will be stoned to death
in this
Post modern testament
you've been
rewriting into history

You are
steadily turning black folk
into negro
But nigga
is lurking
right around the next
nat turner you've been brewing
in this mosh pit
we call
America

Again
Please note
this is not a warning
nor a threat
just
think of me
as
Nostradamus in blackface