Black Like Blue
Black like blue
Black like blue
Black like me and you
Black like grits in the morning and arguments
Of sugar or milk
Nah, that's just ilk!
Black like dixie peach
Black like blue hair grease
Black like, black like
Burning kitchens
Smells of singed existence
Hair-less
Black like moses - Harriet
Black like malcolm
Missing from the mantel
Black like JFK’s smile,
Next to Martin
Black like freedom marches
Sit ins, sit downs
Moral break downs
Trying not to be
Black like I’m Cherokee
Black like your mama wears combat boots to church
Black like government cheese
And syphilis shots
I mean flu shots
Black like the 1st of the month belongs
To all of YOU
But counting numbers seems like it
Belonged to them too
Black like good humor don't exist
Black like tv
Only had two colors
But still seeing absolutely nothing
Like me, even in monotones
I mean duotones
Black like my hair
Black like truth or dare
Kick the can,
Street lights on
Girl you betta go-on
Black like the bruises on a banana
Seconds
Sweet and yellow and brown and black
Black like :
Sambo, Jim-boy, Ray-Ray, Muhammad, akbar, Martin, Malcolm, Emit Tills split head
And his mama’s broken tears
Sounding like Trevon’s,...... mama’s too
Black like Lena, Dorothy
Not the one from Oz though
Like Marian sang that thing too, like Billie, like , like Fantasia’s lips and Jennifer’s hips
And Dream Girls biggests hits
Like, like colored girls and rainbows who had enough
Black like, like aunt sara, sophonia , sweet thang...and and they call me
They call me Peaches!
Black like queens
And kings
And common folk all wearing crowns talking bout they down
Like people you know before the Mayflower
Black like, like
God...Blasphemy
God and got not color
Black, black just like me.
Trusting Dopeness Everyday
©2020
Princess Peaces - Ameerah Shabazz-Bilal