"I speak for the black muslim boy"

Mon, 12/31/2018 - 22:45 -- zinga

I am a black girl

I am a black Muslim girl

I speak for the black boy

And the black Muslim boy

I speak to them now

 

I ask of you what I wish

someone asked of me

Black Muslim boy, black Muslim girl I plead, I beg of you

Please be anything other than what they define you as

 

They told you to be what you want

Well then jump on a table and scream

 

They Say the khimar you wrap around your crown

is nothing but a mask

 

But for us it is a safety net,

it is apart of our throne and the red carpet we walk on

 

Black Muslim Girl I hope no one predicts who you will be

Because you will be the surprise they never predicted

 

Black Muslim boy,

black boy

when they put a gun in your hand

Pick up the book and tell them this is

a weapon that you will use to undermine

The corruption and injustice

They created

 

Black boy they chained, whipped and emasculated you

I know it must hurt to have to watch your family bleed and suffer

But don’t show them your anger, give them a better way to fear you

Let them see you create another language

Lead us in scientific discovery

Find the cure to asthma

Help your brother and sister stay off government subsidy

 

Show the white man your

intelligence

and

integrity

is meant to be feared

 

Tell them what Malcolm said before they killed him

“Now in speaking like this, it doesn't mean that we're anti-white, but it does mean we're anti-exploitation, we're anti-degradation, we're anti-oppression. And if the white man doesn't want us to be anti-him, let him stop oppressing and exploiting and degrading us.”

 

We aren't hanging fruit that you can eat next to your ham sandwiches and sweet tea

Our bones will no longer be leftover crusts from your pale, blonde, blue eyed paper towel plate of privilege

 

Black children, you are who the white man thought he could make if not for his opioid babies.

 

Black girl, you are not forgotten

Your chocolate silk skin has always been a trophy for all men

Your skin burns them when they touch what isn’t there’s

You are more than your thickness, height, weight,

stretch marks and acrylic nails

You turn and see statistics of birth at 16 and hoe by 21

so you must break them

 

Black girl, they tell you to be the breadwinner

So you start cutting the brie

You can be smart, but not sexy

They expect the dumb blonde to get married and have two

Children

 

But you black girl, you must

put first your education

When you get married

your family becomes everything, even before your well being

 

Black girl, I wish for you, what I wish for myself

 

Please, black girl,

black Muslim girl

My Jewish girl

My Buddhist girl

My Christian girl

Be everything they said you wouldn't be

If they say you can’t be the president

Show them your law degrees and take what you want

They tell you that your skin is to dark or to light

Show them the sun was meant to be reflected upon by

YOU

 

The white man can’t keep pretending

like the only reason he raped you was because he owned you

When in reality he was apart of the back room deal

that said if you have to take what you want

rape the black woman

and

SULLY her

Don’t break the white woman for she is an ANGEL  

 

If you can burst forth a human being

You can weather there banter, you can weather their hysterical

They are nothing but whispers of the wind

The beams from the sun

You are what holds up mother earth

You are what  keeps the firing during

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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