Black Poetry : The Runner

Roxanne

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Black in my Mind
Occupation
Full Time Working On Self
I came up hard
Like the hardest player
If I didn't break none
Then rules would not be needed
As I feed on the weakest of my breed
Same situation
Different struggle
Enslaved and captivated
By the drugs in my genes
Family tree
Bloodstreams
Keep me high
Roots are strong ties
Nobody even wonder why
Feeling like dope dealing
Is better than dopefiend
Sold your soul stealing
As if to say
One pipe dream is better than the other
So it seems my pockets
Are merely reflections
Of what is inheritably true
From a mother
Who loved me past
The dead beat daddy
Who was there
But didn’t seem to care
About a **** thing
Except his self
Legacy of some Inner City blues
I am surrounded by this
Pulled into the Blackness of my mind
The crucifixion where I find
The sinner to the left and right of me
Father forgive becomes my plea
For I know not who I am
Don’t even know what I wanna be
Sometimes I am reminded that I am more
Than the ***** I ignore inside my spirit
I hear the ancestors weeping in my soul
How can strong strides uphold the proud pride
Of a people whose lies told
Have become the anthem cry of the negro
Lift every voice and scream
Scream until our Black men can love our Black women
Scream until our Black Families can love our Black babies
Scream until Black minds can think Black thoughts and not get caught
Behind criminal intents and self defense
Against a nation that can not rise
If it despises the race in which it exists in
Are you on your mark?
Are you set?
Where you going?
Where you been?
Are you on your mark?
Are you set?
Are you going to
Scream
Little Black Boy
Little Black Girl
Catch a dream if you can
In this world
In this land of the free
Who will you become
The meek
Or the greedy
Shame you take
More than you give
Live off the Blacks
Shackled
Someone’s body lies there dead
It is said
He rests in Peace
On the very street
He claimed he give his life for
Standing for something more
Than a crack pipe
Or a crap game
These are the weary years
The silent tears
Ain’t it a shame
Searching for a God that surpasses this drunken state
I arch my back and contemplate on loving myself Black
I take a few sips of cognac
I count my greenbacks from dope sacks
I sold my soul long ago
Ain’t been no where
‘Cept deep off in some ol’ bullshyt
So picture this
Come up
Hard as urban concrete
I seek what can never been obtained
The stain of a people lost
The cost of a mirror image
Reflections Black
I do not know
A finish line
Moving too fast
Are you on your mark?
Are you set?
Go.
 
yea i've been running and guess what

i'm still running

this piece you wrote here could be an anthem for black people

who've been this and are living this

and can understand why at the same time

man i feel this piece especially (this part) for what we've been subjected to

Someone’s body lies there dead
It is said
He rests in Peace
On the very street
He claimed he give his life for
Standing for something more
Than a crack pipe
Or a crap game
These are the weary years
The silent tears
Ain’t it a shame
 

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