Fear me,and act is if I do not care.
Fear my potential for greatness and my ability to create change.
Murder me like Malcolm X,
assassinate me like Martin luther king Jr.
eliminate the few opportunities I have
and disenfranchise me like so many others.
Fear my skin like its 1919
and tell each other I am raping and killing women,
fear my power as if we just crossed the cusp of the 1960’s,
and my black permeates from me,
fist high, panthers to my back.
Fear my spiritual resilience,
as nine of my churches burn,
and I pray to a God used
to enslave me,
yet still am blessed.
Fear my forgiveness,
when 9 of my families lives have been taken,
all while we dismiss its cause to illness of a child my age
and are distracted by a southerner’s flag created in the 50’s
embroidered in that same fear.
As if it never happened before that flags making.
This fear being felt is not newly birthed,
it is a fear in things there is no reason to fear,
a fear of those that move for change in peace,
and with that fear an anti-progressive
complacency is found
in the womb of hatred.
So that hate of me,
of my skin ,
of my power,
outweighs your fear and consumes you.
so that I am forced
to align myself with
others that are feared
others that with unity
find comfort in fear.
others that are hated
others determined to create change.
Others forced to see their skin as meaningless…
forced to see their ideas as worthless….. Now,
hate what we stand for and
how long we stood for it.
Hate our unfailing resilience,
hate our love for each other,
in our unseen peace of millions marching,
that the media wont cover.
and in that hate respect us.
Respect our persistence,
respect where we are and how far we have come.
I can only hope that respect
makes you pray.
When you do,
Pray for the elders
and pray for the youth
pray for peace
and a redefining of love
, and pray as I do
that we are not forced to take that respect ,
give that fear focus,
or redistribute that hate.