Why I PrayA Poem by DanCusterSomeone asked me why I pray, here is my answer.Yesterday I was at the pool talking to some people I wanted know We’re chillin under the sun like a bunch of bros A dude had a cross tattooed on his chest It was right over his heart, cardiac arrest The guy turned to me and asked me why I pray I had just finished reading a bit of bell hooks so I was feeling a certain type of way I opened my mouth and started say The oppression of people gets me on my knees Earth needs to know that women ain’t just baby factories Putin needs to stop beating gays for being gay Boko Harim needs to let them Nigerian little girls go and play Faux News needs to stop saying Islam is the ultimate source of wrong The USA needs to stop locking up blacks for smoking a bong Now, for me as a citizen of the United State I believe white supremacy is the penultimate foe I say “citizen of the United States” because America is a continent though J Back to the matter at hand White supremacy is in your head, like the music of your favorite band It Skypes with colonialism and racism, they’re all unholy bros White Supremacy corrupts history, it shrinks the show “If nothing is happening in Europe, nothing is happening” is the thinking you know History is the beautiful language of time Saying white history is world history is a crime A murder, a genocide of information It takes what it wants, cultural and historical appropriation It shuts down the oppressed and let the dominant preach It spoils the mind and corrupts those who teach Injustice everywhere makes me put my arms to together It seems so natural, like the weather As H.L. Mencken once said ““Injustice is relatively easy to bear; what stings is justice.” However, when I see injustice I feel God’s plan is amiss So many don’t know or care, ignorance is bliss Don’t get me wrong, I’m a good Christian and I love all despite my speech being bleak It is this love that gives me the power speak I speak for those who can’t speak in a way that suits them They have to use the language of their oppressors who love to shoots them I pray for one day justice to be king and for injustice to be a statue in a museum In there right next to King Tut’s mausoleum Difficult and full of struggle it seem Nothing is impossible, God remember “ I have a dream”…
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4 Reviews Added on June 22, 2014 Last Updated on June 22, 2014 AuthorDanCusterIDAboutA writer at humble beginnings. Writing scrub, engineer, father of two, skydiving enthusiast and bodybuilder. All criticism is awesome. Will read anything. more..Writing
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