I say "There's always a huge price to pay for a dream"
"I have a dream" so said Martin Luther King,
"Join the team and wake up" I now reply..
Why? Because you've been sleeping too long.
Your nights are longer than your days
it plays, that you speak so much but dwell in inaction.
Action's a remedy,
to faults in a system,
We've forged into comedy,
so people could listen,
and silently laugh about our problems,
as if to make things better.
We've covered a toxic wound,
a cancer that won't stop growing.
& the joke's on us.
Because the bills keep flowing,
our shame keeps showing,
our boat of insecurity keeps rowing
and that's why the blunts keep rolling..
For higher learning, I guess,
because we now seek approval.
The higher the pay-check,
the lower your standards, disapproval.
The higher they rise,
the lower they fall, pride.
The higher the grades,
the easier it is to see why you really won't get hired.
I'm tired. Are we all wired to think the same?
I think there's a fault in our stars,
yeah, literally.. our superstars.
Because they rap about bad bitches,
and that's our fucking problem.
They don't educate us,
no. We are simple souls lacking edumacation.
We are finished at higher learning, gradumacation.
There's a fire that's not burning, no gratification.
A degree to make me normal
and then there's no more?
A degree to show off
but not at a job interview?
See, we view things differently now:
We've lost sight of all that matters,
We are blind to you haters,
not knowing that our friends are the ones who actually hate us.
You disguise to accuse,
victimize yourself to abuse us,
our rights.
Why am I afraid,
why aren't you my friend?
Aren't you supposed to serve and protect?
Or does that mean you serve me with bullets
and protect yourself from my wisdom, the truth??
Reasons? Prisons are overflowing,
filled to the brim..
See they say a society deprived of young men,
is deprived of leaders.
For readers, you're aware that we follow to lead.
But who are we following?
The internet's a mess,
a bile of disgrace,
apply to impress..
We've been put out of place and enclosed in a space,
full of boundaries, so we can stand on our feet
yes, but can't really stretch.
Oppression has been our cup of tea,
we sip it, we drink it..
but that's none of their business..
even though they make money out of it.
I'm out of it. Yeah. Space for breathing. Air.
They're choking me,
"I can't breathe"
images I've seen on T.V haunting me, I'm sorry.
"Don't shoot" the black equivalent to "Good morning Officer"
We get head but don't use it,
we get jobs and end up blowing it.
If Steve Jobs was alive,
he would tell you to reinvent.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
and biting at technology
one tweet at a time,
one update at a time,
one picture at a time,
shall we, reinvent ourselves,
our ideologies,
or shall we, chain ourselves?
Racism, modern day slavery.
50 shades of black,
the title of this piece,
is not of romance,
to ideologies that have imprisoned us.
50 shades of black
the name of this token
is not a fragrance
to our pungent stink of oppression
and through expression,
I hope 50 shades of black
will resonate in your minds,
even up to 50 years from now
to see that, a shade is not indifference,
but a blend of difference.
That defence is not the sure way to win a match,
and that pretence won't serve it's sentence,
to a full-stop, yes.. not until the fool in us
stops, screaming for attention,
because no one has ears for the dumb
no protection.. those who can't speak.
Those who can't talk for themselves.
50 shades of black is a call to unite,
to fight, to rewrite history,
not in violence but through spaces like these,
where we challenge our thinking,
question our drinking,
to drown our problems,
and face them head on.
50 shades of black is us, you and me.
50 shades of black is not primitive,
50 shades of black is not discriminative.
50 shades of black is what we will fabricate to
educate each one of us,
that united we stand
and divided we have fallen before,
and will keep falling, if we don't stop crawling.
50 shades of black is a calling.
Ladies and gentlemen, pick up the phone,
50 shades of black is calling.
Thanks!
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