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Protest
You turn my blood the color of my skin
I’m made of mud, like you, my kin
We breathe the air made from the trees
We drink the water from stormy seas
We laugh without ever being taught
We’ve all done things that we oughtn’t
I object to your hasty dismissal
which, my friend, is abysmal
I deprecate you right to your face
I am far from being your idea of disgrace
I am human, just like you
Deny it all you’d like, we both know it’s true.
Blind to racism?
I attended a screening of American Denial. Although we were unable to complete the film because of DVD issues and a computer that suddenly needed 30 updates before it would operate, what I did get to see raised questions that I couldn’t answer. I want to share what I need to ask.
Are you looking at the evils granted by the color of your birth, as an oppressive blind man?
Are you buying your humanity, your right to exist, with the color of your education?
Are you willing to deny your blood, to embrace the hangman’s rope, in the name of love?
If you deny the demands of your father’s beliefs, are you also murdering the heart of the mother’s whom weep?
Did racism have to become, as opposed to the 1950’s and 60’s when it was “okay” to throw coke bottles at a little girl walking to the store with some change she’d saved jingling in her pocket, ironically, an underground railroad of hatred?
Does racism use the same tools of oppression as misogyny does or are they different? How are they similar?
When is impatience for things to change given over to frustrated tolerance that bubbles lava-like under the surface of civility? How long do we have to be patient before things actually change? What needs to happen before real change takes place? Isn’t 60 years long enough to think people would grow up already and see each other as humans? Or is it 160? 260? 560? How long is enough before it’s too much?
The 46 and 1,600
Did you hear my brothers and sisters crying?
Why didn’t you help them when they were dying?
Why did you hand your loyalty to the master?
Why did you close your eyes so much faster?
You are saddened by the forty-six which I get,
But 1,600, abused by power, doesn’t bother you yet?
You carry a weapon, a gun to protect and serve,
I respect that, understand that it’s life you try to preserve.
I do not hate you. I do not wish that misconstrued.
I’m not even angry with you when you don your black and blue.
Did you hear your brothers and sisters crying?
Can you turn your back on unarmed humans dying?
Are you still willing to obey that Master?
Or are you awaiting orders during confrontational disasters?
I am saddened by the forty-six deaths legit,
But I’m more disturbed that 1,600 doesn’t bother you yet.
You carry a weapon, to protect your brothers in blue
I thought it was to protect civilians, people like me, too.
I respect the courage it takes to head out into the streets
Never knowing if your loved ones again you’ll ever meet.
I do not hate you. I do not wish this misconstrued.
I just wish you’d seen my human siblings, like your brothers in the blue.
The Public Execution of Walter Scott
April 4th, 2015 North Charleston, South Carolina
Weather forecast called for weather in the mid to upper 70’s,
But a new low front was ushered in under guise of hate
I checked the forecast but it said nothing of despair.
It said nothing of the wrenching guts or the tearing of the hair.
It didn’t think to warn, on the balmy day in spring,
Just how much that father would be sacrificing
Because he bought a brand new car, a Mercedes, shiny clean
But like a beacon to the racist rants it attended glaring screams
A cell phone captured video of the systematic lies
Told by Walter Scott’s murderer that watched that human die.
No remorse, no regret, just a planted Taser laid near blood
Deny what crime your hands committed, deny the hateful flood
But truth is not as fickle as the weather we predict
The rules are far less flexible, in fact, they’re rather fixed.
When will you foolish humans learn, LOVE ALWAYS WINS, not hate.
April 4th, in Memphis on a balcony, 1968
We Stand United
We Stand (this link will take you to SoundCloud) is a song written by Laura Davis. I wrote the lyrics for it while she did all the hard stuff with the music and performing.
When we came up with the idea, we’d just attended the protest for #blacklivesmatter It was truly inspirational and empowering.
She approached me after I wrote a poem and asked if I’d be interested in collaborating. Sure, I thought, why not. I asked what she wanted the lyrics to include and she was adamant about them declaring unity in the name of love. Done deals. And so, with pen in hand, I stared out the window, drank a LOT of coffee, and 15 minutes later, I had the first two verses set up. She pushed and verse three with the chorus came flooding through. I didn’t hear back from her for a while, maybe a month or so. After church a couple weeks ago, she asked if I wanted to hear our baby. DUH!
We went into the sanctuary, opened the grand piano, and she began to play. I admit freely that I stood there crying as if I were hearing angels singing the song of love for all my brothers and sisters in the heart of equality. We hugged like new parents cooing over our newborn anthem.
I recorded it this week in that same sanctuary using my phone, of all things, and my computer. But none caught better sound (no mics, mixing boards, autotune, or anything like that) than one particular video which, with my limited home studio, I brought this out to show you.
We Stand is performed by Laura Davis
Music is written by Laura Davis
Lyrics by Mare Martell
2014, THIS IS OURS!
The Can’t Cant
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
I cant. I cant. I cant.
I am afraid to say breathe. I’m afraid to reach out. I’m afraid for my friends. I’m afraid for my people. I’m afraid for my tribe. I’m afraid of the police.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.
I cant. I cant. I cant.
I’m pulling on my leggings. I’m pulling on my hoodie. I’m pulling on my black clothing. I’m draping on my colorful cape. I’m standing up with you.
I can. I can. I can.
I am. I am. I am.
Black lives matter.
Hands up! Don’t shoot!
Black lives matter!
I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!
Black lives matter!
My brothers! My sisters!
#blacklivesmatter
The reign of blood
I ride with my brothers and sisters of all races and creeds;
To rear up their own steeds in unified protest;
To ride the momentum of waves of grief
Heeding the cries of mothers for their stricken children
Comforting tears of fathers for their lost legacy
We beg our inheritance returned from the barrels
Of the guns, drugs, and forced disintegration of segregation
Of caged familial relationships in the name of
Law enforcement in a police state.
Oh, Lady Justice! Raise your blindfold!
We beckon you to turn your marble eyes
Towards those who insult your intention!
We call out in solidarity for your scales
To balance the inequality that takes our skin
And uses it against our fellow Americans;
Our future! Our could-have-beens:
Strong leaders, bold teachers, smart cookies, fast learners,
Good parents, good people, good workers, good earners
Had they not been vilified by unjust practices
My blood, as theirs, is caught in the web of deception
Colored every nuance of brown, every color of tarnished brass.
You’ve stolen my generation’s heirlooms
Away from the breathing world
Crammed them into the darkest days of greatest sin,
The murder of my brethren; their only “crime” is having more melanin.
Faminism is Veruca
Faminism: (FAM-ih-ni-sum) (v.) 1. The act of removing food from the mouths of children. 2. The denial of women’s rights. 3. The active practice of both.
I want to lie to the children and tell them that the world is just
To stir up their hopes so that they will do all the things that they must
To believe in fantastical things like freedom, fairness, and truth
To discard the notion of fairy tales, of ghouls, and monsters uncouth
I want to lie to the children and tell them they’re not good enough
To shackle their hands to their desks until they’ve conformed rebuffed
To fill them full of nonsense more farfetched than any tale
To forget how to think while I fill wretchedness into our jails
I want to lie to the children and tell them their thoughts do not matter
To crash against their defenses until they’re all ragged and tattered
To consume massive amounts with terrible amounts of great greed
To spend their gold on stuff they’ll never use or ever need
I want to lie to the children telling them that pride is the greatest
To crush any challengers to authority, remove evidence of any progress
To take away their beds and hide them in empty foreclosed houses
To shred apart their families with four income part time spouses
I want to lie to the children and tell them they’ll not go hungry tonight
To close the door in their faces when they bring their empty-plated plight
To enslave them to the workforce by making them buy the diploma
To be the drone worker bees, church is Monday’s worker’s coma
I want to lie to the children about the content of their character being best
To blindfold their brown eyes with white that makes them brown skin-less
Not to remember that yesterday I protested against their “rights”
To watch blindly the riots in the murderous night.
I want to lie to children and preach how they’re valued and adored
To pay them the cheapest wage I can get away with not what I can afford.
To make them stupid by making teachers responsible for their kids
To tie up the hands of those who mean well in the red tape of “I forbids”
I want to lie to the children and make them wave the American flag like they’re boss
I want their bodies to give their sacrificial wine from their flesh their righteous blood lost
To refuse to keep the promises I made for no despair
To look them in their patriotic eyes and spit on them with lies of “We care”
I want to lie to the children and feed them slogans like “Just Say No!”
I want the underachievers to rebel, five to twenty in prison they’ll go.
To incite the gang wars to give the cops something to do
I NEED to watch the world burn around me, go back to sleep, I’ve much to do.





