Category: Black Magic

swallowing swords and building fires

3/20/2017

Countless women swallow Themselves whole
Using swords to Force their light down
To the pit of their wombs
Praying to bear daughters
To carry the torch They consumed

We are the daughters
born With swords in our right hands
To forge new paths
torches in the left
To light the way
And blood boiling wild and hot
Coursing through our veins
We have been imprinted with flame

Our mothers were the martyrs
They swallowed their light
But we still saw the glow in their cheeks
The slither of sunshine
Breaking through their teeth
Because of their sacrifice
We were born of Fire and steel

Our swords incite fear
But the true power is in our light
And with it We can't be tamed
We won't be bound
We are limitless
And the world is scared
Because We possess magic
they struggle to understand
so they use our swords to pierce our insides
Force our hands To turn in on themselves
And We have learned to hide the flame
in our mouths keep them shut

But we will not self destruct
Oh no
It's time to Pull the swords from our throats
With mouths wide
We will sing songs of defiance
Using the light pouring out to
Gaze upon the earth with new eyes
And we will dance
because there is fire shut up in our bones
The embers hum to our battle song

We are the daughters of women
With fires in their bellies
Use your sword to carve their names
We were born to set the town a blaze
So burn baby burn
it is your destiny
to engulf this world in flames

trumped: a new america

3/6/2017

kidnapped
Stolen at birth
It's innocence
It's Potential
stripped away by its
Perverted founding fathers
Swept under Holy sheets of white
Stained in blood
Embellished with Manifest Destiny

We thought we could escape this feigned ghost
Spotted in deep red
We hoped we would find it
Remove the blotches
Revive the spread
Wash the flag clean
Freedom, hope, abundance
america

But, Nations built on sinkholes
Don't stand long
In the meantime we
Inhale the fumes oozing from Pipe dreams
we know tar is filling our lungs
still, We call this air clean

We remembered America as an ideal
The prodigy child
Until
Trump

Trump was us stumbling upon
America's young limp body
With cold eyes
rotting away in a corn field
her soul sucked out
Left to disintegrate
By the invention of Whiteness
That plagues both races
A cure that division won't allow

Oh but we won't mourn
Her loss soul
for We have mourned already
my people knew
Now we simply have more proof
Trump has placed a mirror to
The festering sore
Of dreams deferred
These scars are where past and present meet
In this Rejoice
It is time to sever the limb
The time is nigh

children of fire blood and flesh
Dance beneath the moon
For the revolution calls
It's howling for you.

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ornaments

2/6/2017

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Are we full yet?
Have we been filled to the brim,
With the rotting corpses of black bodies,
Whose lives were sucked from them,
By authoritative hands?
Has the last sneaker been lodged in our throats,
Or is it more we we can stand?

How many times does white supremacy,
Have to make itself evident before we believe it?
Maybe when white women and children,
Pull out the picnic baskets from their attics,
To sit beneath motionless black bodies,
Swaying from trees like ornaments,
As The scent of strange fruit cleanses their palettes.
When viral videos return to postcards we will see.

Then we will understand.
Revolution is sometimes written in the permanent ink of blood.
We have shared our due for far too long.
I'm talking Action
Marching is nice but it's passive
Spreading the word is good
But we need more to happen
Everyone waiting for the first person to move
That first person may have to be you

It's time for them to catch up.
They don't know pain.
Soulless people can't feel
But their pockets hurt
Do not finance the oppressors
And watch them burn.

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bbygirl

2/6/2017

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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But too often the gaze is distorted
By society's lens
So that
They can't see you
And when they do commentary is reduced to ridicule

They may not see
Oh but I do

Hey Beautiful

Yeah I'm talking to you
Hope your days are filled with sun rays
And on the bad days you draw moisture from the rain

The world has convinced you that the darkness of your skin
Means that there is no light within you
How wrong they are
This little light of yours
Flickering in your chest is
Ignited by the same blackness they claim smothered it.

Turn a deaf ear to the world
Feed the flames
Allow your light grow
So bright that they can't ignore
The beauty of your shine.

Hey beautiful,
Say that to yourself sometimes

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the tamed tongue

2/6/2017

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I can hear the chains rattling
With every flick of my tongue
Every word an emblem
Of the wars he has won
Through manipulation pillage and con
It's a high pedestal the white man sits on

What a comfy throne he has built
Plush pillows cushion his soft hide
All but a pretty veil
Covering the foundation of the seat
Leaking with blood and the rank of defeat

Filling our nostrils
We can't breath
And we plead
for air from the oppressor
in his tongue that we call our own

How infinite, the ripples of Slavery
He has colonized, our minds with his words

But bilingual we are
We have taught ourselves the speech of soul.

Revolution
its not a word but an action breaking the chain beneath our tongues.

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swallowing swords and building fires

trumped: a new america

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