BLACK IS NO WEAPON

The weird stares - the biased treatment…

The color of our skin is like a gun pointed at their temples. 

But black is art, black is gold - [Black is everything strong and fine.] 

Black is joy, black is serenity - Black is the placid nocturnal soul at moonlight which sings I will always love you. 

The black man’s magic like a zephyr, steadied across the street and the 12 couldn’t put themselves together.

The black woman’s stateliness like a unicorn, strived to the top, and the old fool’s pants fell. 

The sweetness of Maya’s lips, the beauty of PAC’s brain, and the bleeding from Baraka’s quilt were as useless as accents are to a mute man.

The strands of my hair and the breadth of my smile, hosting a gap in the center of my upper front teeth, are their favorite sitcoms. 

Starting right from the lap of my home; The Gold Coast, where slave trade began. 

Centuries on, our cries have only increased, [Kendrick’s berry] in 2015 came off too dark and stale to them. 

I’m a young black woman, craving justice and equality!

And I have nothing, but words as pained & deep as my intimidating black skin - [in their faces.] 

And together with all who will and know their rights, we must dig up the roots of racism till these grounds are leveled! 

Black is no weapon. 

[BLACK LIVES MATTER.]