Black Bodies ‘Swangin’
Abel Meeropol
proclaims
strange fruit’s
common
in
the South.
But Father,
on this
very day
the
North,
East
and
West
practices
‘summadat’
same ole
same ole
mess.
Yeah,
I’d say
on
any given
“Holiday”
Billie
that ‘iz’;
them
black holes
been
‘sportin’
‘SUM’
strange fruit
at
its best
these days.
The more colored ‘thangs’
change;
the more
strange fruit
‘wit’
black bodies
begin
to ‘swang’.
The NO Sense
I see
dumb people
and
they don’t know
they’re dumb.
Pants
‘sagin’ down;
‘slangin’
‘dat’
dope,
‘takin’
their own
communities
for
broke!
I see
dumb people
and
they don’t know
they’re dumb.
‘Walkin’
round
like
‘ev’ry’body else
‘CEPT’
jobless
‘havin’
big fun.
Stupid ‘iz’ ‘az’ stupid ‘doez’
too dumb
to learn
how to spell;
let alone,
want
a job;
on their way
straight to hell.
I see
dumb people
and
they don’t know
they’re dumb.
‘Makin’
‘kidz’
‘wit’
‘ev’ry’
Tom, Dick,
and
Harry’s son,
sayin
“I do”
an’
he’s already married too;
let me guess?
Hmm
NOT TO YOU.
I see
dumb people
and
they don’t know
they’re dumb.
60 years
old
still
‘livin’
at home
with mom,
no job
no future
an’
no plans
to EVER go.
I see
dumb people,
too stupid
to want
to grow.
I see
dumb people
and
they don’t know
they’re dumb.
They walk amongst
us
everyday
Is it you?
Hmm;
just sayin,
just sayin.
NEWS FLASH!!!
The only dumb question
‘IZ’
THE ONE THAT THEY ASK!!!
Boy
Oxygen
cut off
as he ‘swangs’
10 yrs. ol’
but
considered
a man.
Eyes bulging
from his head
sweat pouring
from his glands.
Breath slipping fast.
Numbness
in both hands;
Mob ‘yellin’
“Swing low
sweet chariot
no-ones
‘fennin’
to carry you home”.
Boy’s
minds’
the last to leave
as he
FORCED
to
swing
and become
a man
from
a
poplar tree.
Go To Hell!
Restore
that blind mans’
sight.
Give
that murderer
a second chance
at life.
Take away
those drugs.
Mature
that hooligan thug.
Feed
that crack baby.
Addiction
to bondage
minus
the subjugation
of slavery.
Black lives matter?
Yeah right!
If not here;
then where?
Definitely,
in the
hereafter.
Bang; bang
shoot ‘em’ dead
an’ let
that piece of steel
be still;
and/or
“Go to Hell”
die ‘tryin’
if
you will.
Renee’ B. Drummond is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”
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