
This is My Face
An average face it is indeed
Asymmetrical
Nothing outstanding or striking
Neither beautiful nor hideous
Just a face
My face
This is my skin
Scarred golden goodness
To some, too light
To others, too dark
To me, it’s just as shell… except… except that it’s not
Not in this world
In this country
It’s a sign
A flag
A lightening rod for
snap judgements, stereotyping and bigotry
These are my lips
Luscious and full
A proud nod to my stolen heritage
Holding back screams
As I helplessly witness
The agony of my people
MY people
My fellow blacks
My fellow women
My fellow Muslims
These are my eyes
Heavy-lidded and tired
Oh the tears these eyes have cried
Over so many things
Both great and small
Feeling the pain of others as if it were my own
Oh how I ache
This is my mind
That worries day and night
Knowing
That my brothers could literally have been John Crawford III…
That they still can be…
Carelessly taken out by the Boys in Blue
because of misinformation and discrimination
This is my heart
That races
Skips beats
Stops
With the fear and anxiety
That my nephews…
My baby boys
Could have literally been
Tamir Rice
Could still be…
A bright young light snuffed out far too soon
By those who vowed to protect and serve us
Or Trayvon Martin
A victim of hate and racial profiling
My babies aint safe..
My babies aint safe..
This is my soul
That aches and trembles
Knowing that my mother
Nieces
My sisters
Are harassed
Assaulted
Set on fire
Because their modest dress triggers something so inhumane inside the hearts of mindless drones, indoctrinated and uneducated by the mass media regurgitating different versions of the same lies
This is my faith
That has never abused nor oppressed me
That has never stifled nor restricted me
Because I am blessed to know the difference
Between culture and religion
The only oppression I have ever felt is at the hands of the very country I call my home
America
This is my home
My country
And while they, in their ignorance,
might like to think they can deport me
Jeer at me to “go home”
They are too blinded by my covered body
And their own hate to realize
I am home
The blood, sweat and tears of my slave and indigenous ancestors have irrigated the very soil they walk upon
This is my life
I don’t know where I am
Or where I’m going
But I’m am not lost
In a world filled
with confusion
Fear
Hate
Anger
And sadness
I shall rise
Fight
And overcome
This is my life
This is my face

Monster
Look at you!
Some provider and protector
Destroying the vision of happy ever after
What kind of man makes women and children their victim
And all the lies that you’ll change,
I see right through them
How you gonna stand here and say that you love her?
Boy back up now or Im going down for your murder!
Happily!
Yes, I said happily
Because it’s crazy it see
that after we
Allowed you the priviledge of being in this family
You spit all over a once in a lifetime opportunity
Keep trying to play innocent
Twisting scripture to your benefit
Conceal your faults?
Psh,
maaan im telling it
You aint nothing but a hypocrite
Thinking you a king but you pauper
Dont worry imma make sure
that your sons have more to offer
You are
all the worst qualities of men stitched together and
brought to life
Youre a monster
But you thought that you could keep your wife
Im tryin to snap you out of your delusion
Was hoping for the best
But it was all an illusion
Smoke and mirrors
Rabbits out of hats
Had everybody fooled
I’ll give you credit for that
You are the closest ive come to hating something or someone
But a person filled with anger
You wont make me become
So carry on
Carry on brotha
Carry on
You cant come home now
Cuz home is gone
Yeah you slipped up one to many times
But thank you
for inspiring
these rhymes.