Coalhouse

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A Slaves Opus

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life

Perverted versions of God handed down as tattered waistcoats.

Threadbare empty sermons for slaves given milk and honey consolation

in the afterlife.

Outer body experiences

Make Jet black avatars picking cotton cash crops.

Infested with bol weevils stinging hands

Strong hands calloused over southern magnolia murder

Hangs from willows. Four in hand knots and nooses,

Night riders strike fear. Cord cut during trying times.

Property of agrarian barbarians, economy based on bodies

In motion sun up to sun down.

Backbones become stone, arms become live oak...

Restraining inner Mandingos with yessa nossa, staring at massas feet.

Musing on sleeping jugular veins.

Bearing the weight of the King James version memorizing black letters

Making black letters real.

" By your sword you shall live, and you shall serve your brothers.

And it shall come to pass when you become restless,

That you shall break his yoke from your neck" Genesis 27:40

Portents turned literal, hatchets found homes. Founding fathers hid

Behind plantation columns. Fig leaf shame, forgotten African names.

Nat Turner made them remember...

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		RonnieL says: Straight fire and truthful scribe! Felt....working on a piece similar to this. Outstanding write bruh. poems by this commentor Poet 2 Some Nickel Plated Fantasies Negus
		Coalhouse says: Can't wait to hear it. poems by this commentor Momma Time before Time S.O.S.

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse

BLM (Blacks Like Merchandize)

I am not goin to lie

So if it don't apply

Don't cry

Lets speak facts

We wear our economy on our backs

We Bling

We Drip

We Icy

We Fly

We Gucci Geechies

We Dior whores

Sashay on the catwalk

Look at me

Judge me by my Hermes Bag

And my Red bottomed shoes

Look at me

Nickle and dime fine

With eyes bigger than our stomachs

The last of the big spenders

Name Brand

Top Shelf

No Wealth

You got yourself

Your naked self

Your natural self

Write your name on your collar

Design your destiny

That's a shirt ain"t nobody got

Couture for Culture....

We Shall (To Be Sung)

We shall overcome

Someday

We shall forget about the past

Today

We shall shake our a$$

For pay

We stay high on pills

All day

Now we kill for fun

Today

I just lost my son

One day

We shall overcome

Someday

If we live as one

Someday

I know deep in my heart

We shall overcome

Someday....

I Held her Tight

In my arms

I captured her essence

Embraced the taste of a kiss

I held her tightly

My memory served itself

She melted into my mind

I miss her two mile wide smile

She climbed inside my heart beat

And it skipped a beat like an old record

Tightly I held her

Breast to chest

Lost inside her labyrinth

Made of love lust and longing

I held her like a grudge

I held her like an infant

I held her next to me

Two souls colliding

Horny atoms smashing

Our lovemaking created nuclear fusion

Our bodies fused in passion and heat

Tightly we held each other

Clinging to our desire

Lovers in a lifeboat after the storm...

Momma

When Daddy ran off we cried.

You did'nt...

Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work....

We seen your eyes too Momma....

We love you....

The Negro in the Room

The negro in the room

I am that negro in the room

We are that negro in the room

Home grown furniture

Ottomans and China cabinets

Colored credenzas

Polished and polite

The negro was in the room when you signed the Constitution

The negro was in the room when you carved up the world for thanksgiving

The negro was in the room when bosses dropped the bomb

While eating a continental breakfast of coffee and commies

The negro was in the room when Martin marched and Malcom was martyred

The negro was in the room when dogs bit blacks for defiant acts

They even said I was a "good negro"

Serving Scotch and Soda high balls while discussing the Negro problem

The negro was in the room when Ronald Reagan said "its morning time in America"

It was midnight in the ghetto

The negro was in the room

...

Time Square New York City 1977 Based on the Movie Taxi Driver

Times Square

Theater of reality

Showing matinees and double features

The real movie begins at twilight

Stuck between dusk and dawn the show begins

Human creatures become pleasures seekers

Seeking supple suplication

Opened legs behind closed doors

Living the night life

The nuance of neon excites spandex covered bodies

Moving in formation shaking money makers at passing cars

Deviants camoflaged by innuendo get down in the shadow of the long night

Time Square

Dirty dollars for dirty deeds

Home of peep shows freak shows

Cum stains and loose change

Business men with an itch to scratch

Ladies of the night with a trick to catch

Play a delicious game of cat and mouse

Who is the hunted

Who is on the hunt

Pimps peddle flesh with 2 minute trips to heaven

Riding the thig...

Sonya Massey

Disposable

We are disposable

Throwaways

We are throwaways

Do we deserve bullets or blessings

Police or prayers

Sonya let the Devil in

A cry for help

Became a cry out loud

They shoot black people

They shoot black people on purpose

They shoot black people by mistake

They shoot black people

Murder by the minute just killing time

Our will wounded

Our soul wounded

They shot Sonya

Because they could

Because white is right

Because white is might

Deadly force forgives no one

Sonya let the Devil in

The distance between heaven and hell is measured by murder

She died in vain

She died in pain

Slain by the hands of a dark heart

Past grief

Past anger

Sonya past away

Her smile stuck in the past

Me myself and I

Troubled trinity

Eyewitness to aggravated assault on self

The self no one knows

So smile like the camera sees you

Smile to save face

Unstuck in time

Floating down a river

Eat sleep wake work

Repeat the cycle

Emotions euthanized

Motions robotic and choreographed

Is this life

Is this living

Or is this existence

Too scared to dream out loud

We whisper hope

Put make up and eyeshadow on our conscience

The being beneath the being

The you inside of you

Look at you

Trying to beautify the sanctified

Me myself and I...

Exoskeleton

Skin

The thickness of insults hurled at ballistic speeds

Skin

The thickness of buckshot blast from good ol' boys with bad intentions

Skin

A melanin mix of Georgia black soil and North Carolina toil

In tobacco fields with the sun in your back pocket

Hereditary history made my skin tough

Teflon tough

Stainless steel exoskeleton

Triple black outer shell

Hardend from hatred

Tempered in the furnace of burning crosses

Coloreds crucified for the original sin

You can't get in the skin I'm in

My crunchy coating is a jawbreaker dipped in chocolate

Skin

the thickness of time

Skin...

See Me

Oh say can you see

Can you see me

I am the invisible man

You see through me

Apparently living transparently

A see through soul

Glass menagerie a fragile window to the world

See me smile

See me cry

See me love

Can you see me

Or see through me

An intimate paradox

Our mind takes the picture

Fist fighting to stay in focus

See me live

See me struggle

See me die

Can you see me

Or see through me

Seek second sight

Beyond reckless eyeballin'

See past your neon notions

See past night blindness

Forced to walk the world with a red tipped cane

Seeking salvation in blue eyed blessings

Can you see

Can you be seen

I see you

Can you see me..

Books Written By Poet

A Slaves Opus

BLM (Blacks Like Merchandize)

We Shall (To Be Sung)

I Held her Tight

Momma

The Negro in the Room

Time Square New York City 1977 Based on the Movie Taxi Driver

Sonya Massey

Me myself and I

Exoskeleton

See Me

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