Somewhere In Life Is Love

Ignorant Eyes

Ignorance seems to shroud my eyes
As I am blind to what is right
Confused as to what is wrong
as I contemplate my own fight
Stigmatized in both eyes
so it’s hard for me to see good
Often find myself crossing my eyes
to see what I should
But the world works in a different spectrum
as I stare into FEMA
Wondering why it took them so long
to see the media clearer
Even our leader seem to be more worried
about shedding Iraqi blood in the street
Than to prevent the clearing of mass bodies
in the streets of New Orleans
Clearly it is time to impeach
Our leader rigged two elections
and might be planning number three
But this dwells only in the mind
of Blacks and liberals
Left-winged angels who can’t seem to take flight
Because the right wings can’t seem to act right
Even as passionate as I seem
I am reluctant to take my place
Because I know as I write
it could bring my last days
Steadily hearing clicking through the receiver
to let me know to downplay my thoughts
Because you never know who is tuning in
to the conversations that we spark
Some still see me as the black militant
Holding a black lighter in the depths of my pocket
on the off chance I could use it
To light fire bombs and take revenge on them
for the 16th street
Church bombing that left four little girls
going to Sunday school
dead in Alabama’s streets
Like the blacks that I smoke
goes into ashes my hopes and dreams
That I could ever live up to the potential
of Dr. Martin Luther King
Because the more I learn, the more I hate
the color of those whose insecurities taught them to hate
My black skin
that involuntarily turned a lighter brown
because of a past history of rape
Is it wrong for me to feel this way?
All my life I was nothing
And if I am nothing now then that’s something
So if I’m nothing I’m gonna say something
Because by me being nothing
I shouldn’t be a threat
But cops seem to think so
as they examine my manhood
during the routine check
You can say I am a product
of the oh, so violent Black Panthers
Who has did more community service
than any of their Klan leaders
Those college educated, self-motivated
Products of Americanism
Whose notion of sick and tired
of being sick and tired
Caused them to fight the system
I take pride in knowing that during high school
I raised my black fist high
Yet hate the fact I now smile in those racist faces and greet them with a hi
And they speak back, then spit over their shoulder
to remind me that I ain’t spit
And I hide the pain behind moments of drunken rage
at people that don’t deserve it
For years we’ve thought that there’s no room
for activism in this century
Yet I’ve averaged out six acts of hate violence
every year since Y2K was part of history
And they say, maybe deeper in the South
but definitely not in NC
Yet a cross was burned
in the lawn of a brother in Durham
Y’all know the place, y’all call it Bull City
Who’d ever thought
the legacy of Bull Conner controlled the city
As they refused to investigate
because the Klan was from Johnston County
Even in October 05’
the man that created the moral code
taught in school systems
Made a public statement saying,
to lower violence,
make black women have abortions
Maybe I’m the only one hearing
these outrageous notions
Yet in the wake of all this
you'd think our youth would rise
But we don’t see it
cause we’re mesmerized
by that pretty sista’s thighs
Rotting our brains
watching misogynistic television known as
BET
Glorifying pimps and crack dealers
as role models for our black seeds
If that’s what’s fertilizing,
then you know it will produce strange fruit
Cause we’re lynching ourselves
and pour our own blood down to its hateful roots
Even Tookie showed courage to the end
as he showed them which vein
As young children stood outside the prison
expressing their pain
Cause their hero is dying
one that gave them such hope
Killed by a governor
whose tinsel town guns
are still producing smoke
Even as I write this
I know da Feds mie com aknockin
Cause if hackers can see this
they can too,
whose gonna stop them
So watch what you say
and be careful what you do
Cause in the land of the free,
your master might come after you
But this is what I see
through my ignorant eyes
But someone please tell me
if my eyes
are full of
ignorant
lies