Roulette

Passed around like a roulette.
But no one wants to get the bullet
I’m a thrilling cold metal
A mere object of the subject
Love me for a moment then into the next mans arms
Rebelling to go through just your mind
I belong in someone’s heart
Right in the middle
Let the crimson blood hug me
I’m warm.

Black

In the beginning was the darkness
In the beginning was power
In the beginning was black
In the beginning was us with full control of the void and the unknown We had complete control over what was unseen
We were the unknown
And the world will constantly fear what it doesn’t know
We were chained
Treated as pigs when we were kings
We are kings
We are Tutankhamon, Rameses, and Hannibal
We are the rulers of the universe
Birthed from the Olduvai gorge
The cradle of all your existence
We were the power
We are the power
We have broken out of our chains for over a hundred years now but we are still slaves
Mentally
Chained by the worlds words
Worthless, unable, unreliable, weak, powerless, unproductive
Drummed repeatedly the fontomfrom is a faint whisper
We have reduced ourselves to the gutters.
When we belong in the jewelled palaces
When we are kings
We are Mansa Musa with all the gold and jewels any man has ever possessed.
We are wealth
Rare black diamond
We are Tutankhamon and Cheops
Building massive edifices that the world would ever know
We are Dido, Abu Yusuf al-Mansur and Cleopatra
Ruling over mighty kingdoms
We are Sonni Ali and Taharqa
We are …
Mental slaves who have lost who we are
Forgotten our identity
Nameless aimless souls
Bound and tortured by our shallow minds
And so if I speak with an accent like this I am educated? More western? Less black? better?
And if I have a mass of coiled kinks on my head and no makeup on my face I am more traditional? African? Black? Better?
Black is understanding the power you wield simply because of the melanin that fills your cells
We are bonds of amazing filled up in a flesh of beautiful dark black
We were the unit that caused the change
The ones who lit the spark to cause the Big Bang
We are Shango.
Gods of thunder and the elements
We are black
But we have escaped into the darkness when we should be riding on it
We are so unaware of our power
We are the hands that built an empire in the desert with just the Nile
We raised the pyramids over the dunes
We tamed the hyenas and played with lions
Bathed with Elephants.
Run with gazelles
This black wear it with pride it’s the symbol of power.
The fear of us accepting our power drove the weak minority to call us black with disgust.
Black is essence
It’s a cosmic flow of power
We are millions of Volts ready to go off
We are black.
We are Powerful enough.