Concrete Sponge(spoken word)

Concrete Sponge(spoken word)

I imagine that the last breath that escapes my chest would be produced from a bullet.

Not from me protecting my family from an intruder or being caught in the crossfire of a deranged active shooter.

But just because I am.

Because I exist in this shade of skin I am at risk.

Several fragments of metal will rip my being asunder as I grasp at the explanation as to why my lungs are filling with blood.

While my knees grow weak and my body grows cold like the stares I receive in public when I voice my opinion.

My mouth gaping trying to produce words, but all that forms are more puddles of blood as my face lay shaking on concrete.

I hope in that final moment that I can see the universe.

I want to quantify how insignificant we all are.

My mind expanding faster than the speed of the bullet that created the keyhole to my death.

Exhaling the moment my ancestors come into my vision.

I just hope.

Before that day comes I get a chance to fulfill my mission.

Which is

To live.

We Take Vacations Frequently

I miss when we were Pangaea.

Bleeding at the stitching that binds us together.

We like when our triumph shows.

Love when our soul glows.

Just let it.

Have fun as we tumble down the mountain that we climbed.

Hearts unwind until all that’s left are gemstones.

Wind blows our petals across the ocean.

As we pedal on our bikes powered by clouds.

Stopped to do an Ollie off the Great Wall of China.

Then our next stop was the rings of Saturn.

That’s the only ring you deserve.

Anything less and Cthulhu would have gotten her way.

Sway with me in the solar winds.

Reach for the climax with our finger tips.

Shake your hips and give Earth’s moon a proper ozone layer.

Life falls from your rhythm.

Grow dandelions behind my ear where you use to kiss me.

I miss the way the universe tosses me around whenever you’re around.

Bounce back like the moon bounce.

The actual moon’s gravity is the closest thing to how free I felt with you.

Remix every love song I ever sung.

Steal the lyrics of my heart and rip apart the second one I created as a shield.

Play the piano hidden beneath my scars and make love to me in my car.

Parked outside the expectation that this will be the newest and the oldest relationship that we will ever have.

Heart strings turn into diamond chains as you wrap it around my neck.

You know what I like.

You have a novel that has my name stitched on the snakeskin cover.

We claim we’re lovers, but it’s a lie.

We are love.

And we are infinite.

Ride the magic carpet with me while Robin Williams makes jokes in the background.

This is bliss.        

Inevitable Attrition

I crippled you the last time you tried to infiltrate my mind.
Though I may have lost my connection to the 8 moons of Africa.
My race hears me while your’s fears me.
Guilty bystanders as they lay their shifting eyes on my vessel.
I wrestle with demons created of my own short-comings as well as those conjured by your skewed portrayal of who I am.
My sin has given me the wings that you pray for every night.
You lack effort in your procesuction.
False commiment.
False history.
False present.
My voice will rang true through out the universe while you coware behind the desolation that you cast in my direction.
You are guarded by your false morals and those who you would consider your squires.
I am in high demand while it is you who lack the supply to fufill what I can without effort.
Notice the way she admires the way I push down the earth as I walk.
It is us that control the storms on Jupiter.
It is us that control the cosmos.
And it is us that will reap every benefit as your blood becomes tainted with our purity.
No matter what happens to my race on this plane, know that it is you who will fall to the wayside.
You may extract every visual curiosity that we bring to this realm, but little by little you become one us through attrition.
Your legacy will be torn down within the next millennium.
And try as you might to keep us bound.
You inbred fucks will be ghost in a society that would have long forgotten you.
It is our skin that glows in the moonlight.
It is our skin that radiates alongside the sun and stars.
And it is our third eye that expose and lay waste to the moronic impression that you were ever our equals.
You deny us the glory that we deserve verbally.
But your consumption of what we fabricate speaks in volumes.


Witness our strength.

 

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Black IT Guy Spoken

Black IT Guy Spoken

@ The Sentient Bean – Savannah, GA

 

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Your Friend

you’re friend’s with someone.
you consider them your sister, your brother.
you break bread together. you live together. and if the zombie apocalypse ever became a reality.

you’d kill together.

well not really because the living dead isn’t really living but you understand.
you sit there with your friend and you’d always have their back just like they would have yours. One day you and your friend go out for food. You hear your friend say something in a low tone.

“there are a lot of blacks here…”

good thing you’ve had one drink at this point, because maybe your sober mind would find issue with this. Your partially drunken mind thinks.

what an astute observation there my friend! There ARE more blacks here than usual. You sir.. you sir.. you are someone that pays attention to detail.

yet you say something a little bit less sarcastic. You say it in a low voice also.

“yeah. I suppose there are.”

you and your friend are sitting on the couch playing video games. fun times are being made. this will be a memory that you’ll upload to Instagram tomorrow. Your friend says something. In a normal voice; it’s just you two so there’s no reason to keep it ‘hush hush.’

“you know Miranda is dating some black guy now.”

you haven’t been drinking, but you’re pumped up on adrenaline from destroying your friend in Halo. Like you always do. So you respond.

“yeah well fuck her! Didn’t she cheat on you?”

you and your friend are having dinner with other mutual friends. Some of whom that are black. The conversation is like butter. Everyone’s tossing out hip ass lingo and the drinks are flowing. Everyone is getting along. That cute girl that you’ve been eyeing since everyone sat down seems to be eyeing you back. You plan on asking her out once it’s all said and done. Someone brings up race and what’s been happening in the news. Your friend sits there in silence as everyone else debates over ways to fix the problem with racism. Some suggest being more fair with handling cops who abuse their authority. Someone else says it’s deeper than the police force, there needs to be some kind of social taboo about being racist. Your friend finishes his drink and orders another, but still in silence.

you think nothing of it. The girl you wanted to ask out actually approaches you. You and her talk a bit about politics and you both agree to go out for coffee later in the week.

crushed it.

you and your friend are driving back to his place when he brings up the conversation.

“i don’t understand why it’s blacklivesmatter it should be alllivesmatter. everyone matters.”

you try to explain to him that true. All lives matter, but the reason for people getting behind black lives matter is because blacks have to go through hardships that other races don’t. You also try to explain that isn’t even about which phrase is more important.

your friend seems agitated. He shakes his head and responds.

“they need to respect themselves before anyone else will. They kill each other over and over; and then they want people to sympathize with them. They do it to themselves. they should just try and make things better for themselves.”

you sit in silence trying to think of another angle to try and explain to your friend that he isn’t seeing the entire picture. You sigh and decide to remain silent.

your friend is racist.

you remain friends and as the years go on. You just chalk your friend’s beliefs up to: well that’s how they are. ‘Being how you are’ is not an excuse for being racist; and until people stop befriending and making excuses for people who think like that. This country. This planet that we live on, will continue to foster that mindset. It will continue to make it OK to be racist. Being racist is a choice and it is a decision. You have a right to think however you want. Being accepting of someone’s racism is also a choice and decision. Those that do that, are too. A part of the problem. I am the person that believes racism needs to be considered a social taboo. and not just a product of our society.

stop being friends with racist.
treat them like scum.
abominations.
immoral.
filth.
anathema.
banes.
a gestation of hate and loathing.
snarling abhorrent creatures.
that’s how they view me.
i think it’s only fair.

 

@ The Sentient Bean – Savannah, GA