IdentityA Poem by Keliy Nicolaites KeseMy hair oil is the color of urine And my toilet bowl will never understand That bleach and hot water won't give Pillow stains a final resting place in sewage Because I am black My skin may tell you, "Traitor" My eggplant negligent bottom lip Is a testimony that I am Addicted to food Without Mary J. Becoming a familiar spirit In my life of genetically acquired cravings Because I’m black KFC was my daddy at dinner Quaker Oats woke me up for breakfast every morning Carl's Jr. always provided my lunch Because I am black Daddy won’t pick me up from daycare ‘Cause if he cared, I wouldn’t be in daycare I’d be in his arms And when my mother grew up She worked like a dog To keep her puppies out the pound She Never had time to howl at a full moon Chase her tail Eat grass and vomit Roll purposefully in the mud after a bath Bark at birds Because I am black Epiphanies are non-existent Counsel is like broken glass You have to walk on with no shoes or socks God is white And I don't care about none of that Because when He finds me I'm going to be that bbq pork rib I just got through eating And I hated it... Just Like He does me... Because I am black Black people don't go straight to white man's heaven Which is why 2Pak ignorantly wasted his time Wondering if it had a ghetto But mom beat the snot out of Statistics to keep her kids out of it So I am agnostic Holding this little New Testament orange, green or brown rip off Bible With a hint of Psalms Never knowing Solomon's song Was for a Shulamite woman Just like me! Because I am black Like his hair. His tents. Bedtime blankets called dark nights On desert sands I just don't show it. Because I don’t know it I am black I am encouraged not to read Anything about love! Which inevitably leaves me In the hands of any man Willing to put a ring on the finger Where no inch of love is shown or matters You know why? I am black But the King's daughter is all glorious within this skin.... And that will not be treasured or acknowledged In sin So angels sing as loud as they can Holy for a Time, Times, un-dividing of Times For Every kindred, nation, tongue and tribe To be an ethnically diverse society aspiring to be Called free Laying aside what the stupidity of the world Enforced them to believe of themselves They are not black Or white They are gold on a glassy sea © 2023 Keliy Nicolaites Kese |
StatsAuthorKeliy Nicolaites KeseAboutThe best way that I can describe my hands is to say Creation. In the most humble, godly way that is what I seek to do. more..Writing
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