M O D E R N S O U L

shalomamme:

A SHADE TOO DARK
They say the way through is the way out.
They don’t want us to weigh in–just to stay out.
A closed mouth is a silent shout,
But the people can’t hear us when we shut our mouths.
If you speak up it’s too loud,
Too black and too proud.
Just a shade too dark.

But there’s a remedy for that,
Another bullet in a black back.
Souls turned desolate
Another bully lackin’ black tact
Black man–white cop.
Gun cocked
pop, pop
Two shots
No thoughts
Un-armed, life lost
Cheeks turn
Hate costs.
Just a shade to dark.

Red handed as the blood spills.
Black bodies turned to buzz kills.
If the people don’t acquit ‘em you know the judge will.
And you try to tell me times ain’t what they was still?
Just another ni**a in a white world.
They tryin’ to wipe our history–white whirl.
Dismantling families killing off the “villain”.
An infection to them “white folk” and them bullets penicillin.
Mass incarceration and gentrification too,
The wounds from the hatred have pierced us to the roots.
They try to call us thugs and force us from the roost,
But all lives will matter when the black ones finally do.

I guess we’re just a shade too dark.