Black Lives Don’t Matter

Black Lives Don’t Matter

That caught you by horrid surprise

Did it not?

Do you think this is written

By a murderous Klansman

Or an ignorant Karen?

No, I am a Black man

A frustrated Black man

A tired Black man

A Black man who sees the hypocrisy

Of all of the Black Lives Matter posters

In the windows of houses and businesses

Because of the lack of justice

For dozens of Blacks

Murdered by Klansmen in Blue

Where the hell was your indignation

On Friday and Saturday nights

When hundreds of brothers, sisters

And even babies

Are shot to death

By other brothers?

Where was it

When sisters place their millions

Of unborn children

On the altars of Margaret Sanger

Who only wanted to see the Black nation

Wither away and die?

Where was it

When hardworking Black brothers and sisters

Watched the businesses they struggled to build

Burned to the ground

Because Black lives supposedly matter?

What about Black police officers

Who were brutally murdered

By riotous savages

Because Black lives supposedly matter?

Yes

They are savages

Not animals

Savages

Animals protect their own

They treat each life as precious

Like sick and weak wolves leading the pack

And the strongest one walking behind the rest

To protect them

I want to rip down those signs

Of sanctimonious lies!

So you want to call me a coon

For showing the world

You are not victims

But victicrats

And that we shoulder the blame

For some of our own hills and valleys

And that we need to stop letting closeted fascists

Spoon-feed us diluted milquetoast

And sing kumbayah

While Mama Pelosi

That patronizing vixen

Kneels to cradle us in her arms

And wipe our many tears

With her Chinese-made kinte cloth

So you think I am an Uncle Tom?

Negro, please!

Did you even read the book?

Uncle Tom respected and nurtured his people

He shielded them from Legree’s cat o’ nine tails

But Sambo the overseer wanted power and control

Who treated his brothers and sisters

With rancor and brutality

Even though their skin still stayed black

They betrayed their own for worldly gain

Even killing their own

And blaming the damage done by their hands

On their master

On the White man

So tell me

Who is the Uncle Tom and who is the Sambo?

Because I will wear the name Uncle Tom

Like a medal

Because at least Uncle Tom was free in his heart and mind

While you are still a slave

To yourself

To the government

To the leftists

To the drugs

To the ice

To the bling

To the clubs

To the sex

And to anything that makes you forget

That you have a brain

That you have a soul

That you belong to God alone

Until you throw off the chains of slavery

And take charge of your life

Put away your sign

Put your fist down

And put the shut to the up

Because

Black Lives Don’t Matter.