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    Outside Looking In

     

    I prefer it this way

    Looking in on a world that excludes me

    That does nothing less than use me

    It seems so perfect without me

    Enjoying the fruits of my labor

    I should just disappear

    So, it can continue to appear

    To be perfect

    But who would work for you?

    Who would you look at?

    With your scornful eyes

    Hating the very sight of me

    Not even knowing why

    I can be resentful

    Despising you for all you have

    Staying a victim

    Blaming you for what I lack.

    Would it be so wrong?

    For me to stay outside and you, in

    Some would call that a

    Win … Win

    A situation that solves

    A nation of hate

    We should all just separate

    And wait…

    for time to heal old wounds

    Build and grow using

    Our own tools

    That is a thought

    One that makes sense

    It’s been attempted before

    But your ancestors invented

    A reason to murder or imprison.

    The leaders who executed the plan

    Can’t make us stay and insist

    that we leave in the same breath

    forcing a punishment upon us

    that is worse than death.

    Ignorance, we’re so insulted

    By the word but

    Not knowing is nothing

    to be ashamed of

    Ignoring the truth

    When it’s right in front of you

    Is the reason they enslave us.

     

     

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    Scared


      That when a man that I love leaves the house
    I may never see him again
    Don’t want to alert him of my fear, he may think I’m silly
    or he may be thinking the same thing as me.
    Too many times we sit and watch as our neighbors, friends, family
    have gone out the door without a kiss goodbye never to return.
    No one could have known that a trip to the grocery store would be so hazardous to health.
    So, every time I watch as my man, any man that I love walks out the door
    I pray, with silent words I pray, and I hug and kiss him as if it were the last time
    that we would be together. He may think I’m silly
    or he may be thinking the same thing as me because he did not pull away
    or wipe away my sloppy kiss. I get so scared there will be no more moments like this,
    that I will be the next wife/ mother /sister /aunt /cousin to cry out for the injustice that falls on
    deaf ears. Am I the only one that swears when the verdict is not guilty?  
    I’m left to treasure what I have as there’s no reassurance no guarantee
    That my man, any man, that I love will return home safely
    And I’m so scared…  him again

    Don’t want to alert him of my fear, he may think I’m silly
    or he may be thinking the same thing as me.
    Too many times we sit and watch as our neighbors, friends, family
    have gone out the door without a kiss goodbye never to return.
    No one could have known that a trip to the grocery store would be so hazardous to health.
    So, every time I watch as my man, any man, that I love walks out the door
    I pray, with silent words I pray, and I hug and kiss him as if it were the last time
    that we would be together. He may think I’m silly
    or he may be thinking the same thing as me because he did not pull away
    or wipe away my sloppy kiss. I get so scared there will be no more moments like this,
    that I will be the next wife/ mother /sister /aunt /cousin to cry out for the injustice that falls on
    deaf ears. Am I the only one that swears when the verdict is not guilty?  
    I’m left to treasure what I have as there’s no reassurance no guarantee
    That my man, any man that I love will return home safely
    And I’m so scared…  

     

     

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    The Big Bad Gun

     

    Yes, it’s me the Big Bad Gun. Don’t run cause you’re not faster than my speeding bullet. I’m defined by the mind of the man that pulled it, the trigger that is, men, women, and kids your uncontrolled emotions set me free.

    Your curiosity sometimes is all I need then, BANG!!!

    Someone may be dead. You heard me right that’s what I said

    because I’m the Big Bad Gun. Don’t run cause you’re not faster than my speeding bullet.

    Only your superheroes can outrun me somehow. I always end up in the hands of the enemy and what you live in is no fantasy world.

    I don’t care if you’re a boy or a girl as my bullets don’t have no names on them, no shame on them.

    It doesn’t bother me if you kill one another, you can even kill your mother (brother)

    Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha (evil laugh)

      I am the Big Bad Gun. Don’t  run cause you’re not faster than my speeding bullet

    I’m mass produced for profit. You can’t stop it as I’m in everybody’s neighborhood

    I’m even overseas

    Pleeeease… don’t bore me with your stories and your tears as the only fear 

    I have is of not existing. As if without me there’d be something missing like a billion-dollar industry!

     You don’t even gain any wealth from me; with the money you invest in me you should buy a clue.  You can give me your dime then give up you time

    Use me, and if you’re still alive I’ll take about 25 to life

    5 years for each bullet, finger on the trigger now pull it! They can’t outrun me

     because I’m the Big Bad Gun Don’t run cause you’re not faster than my speeding bullet.

    Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha (evil laugh)…

     

     

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    I Dare You

     

    Like daring a child to do something makes them want to do it more

    Can you resist the urge to be yourself?…

    I Dare You.

    I guess not because if you could,

    I would not have to see so many of my brothers and sisters

    laid to rest, life cut short by the idea that

    fear can pull a trigger.

    That mentality is leaking out of the police station and into the air

    The uniformed citizen has now dared to test the restraints

    of the black man and his children

    Getting physical… it’s pitiful cause we have relinquished our power

    to some Asians that beat us with brooms and punch our women.

    Those Caucasians that call 911 because we have come too close to succeeding

    while they watch us bleeding and poison our minds against each other.

    We are so confused with dark skin and light skin and geography

    We forgot that we are all brothers and sisters

    Damn,  how I miss the way we use to stand together

    Not in my lifetime but I read, I see the pride in our ancestors’ eyes

    not having to apologize for who they were. Wake up my people

    There are so many of us that know the truth, a knowledge that

    comes with roots and a renewed sense of power.

    We are not the violent ones, the thieves, the abusers, we didn’t

    create the guns. We’ve been on the defense for years, the offense is

    pretty strong and they have started recruiting our children, changing our

    men and lusting over our women.

    I’ll give credit where it’s due, but your plan was made for zombies

    and fools and you won’t find that here. Be aware that your

    karma will come into play, but we won’t be here anyway

    So, you will have to answer to your own God. Until that day obey

    The laws that you created, tell the truth about the way this system is operated

    Stop shooting down people because their skin is myelinated

    I Dare You!

     

     

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    Words Hurt

     

    Fat

    Ugly

    Big nose

    Pig

    Those words

    used to make me cringe.

    Make me mad,

    and yes, I’ve cried.

    Had some fights

    and blackened some eyes.

    Children shouldn’t be so cruel

    but as an unspoken rule

    they are,

    saying things that do leave scars

    stomping on my self esteem

    and all I can call you is

    Mean.

    Momma says that words don’t hurt

    Well… I’m sorry momma

    that’s not true.

    Those words

    stick to your soul like glue

    crossing lines that

    make me doubt my worth

    wishing that I could leave earth.

    You do not need to be physical

    your words hurt enough

    so much so

    they make me tough

    make me stronger despite the pain.

    But understand…

    That your words do stain.

     

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    My Crown

     

    When you speak of me, don’t be rude and wear a frown

    I sit on top of your head as royalty

    A perfect natural crown.

    You let the stereotypes they used to describe me…Define You!

    Those negative words like nappy, kinky, coarse

    Insulting and incorrect

    You reinforce these feelings with contempt, so you

    Burn me, perm me, straighten me

    and show me no respect.

    I was born with a dark complexion. Why do you bleach me

    and burden me with color…do you long to look like another?

    I am unique to only a certain kind

    Coiled to reflect the number 9

    Wooly would best describe me,

    tight curls worn by kings and queens

    I’m in the image of my ancestors

    manifesting the strength that’s in your genes.

    I give protection from the sun and absorb essential energy

    You must handle me with care, do not resent me

    I am your hair and you I will defend

    But you have not done the same you see

    Your children are ashamed of me

    Influenced by reverse imagery

    And to that we must put an end.

    I require a little maintenance

    wash me, grease me, pick me up

    I will never bow down

    I stand tall because

    I am proud of who I am

    Every coil, curl and strand from end to end

    I am your Crown!

     

    About The Author

    Sashat Nattat

    Sashat Nattat (Danielle DuVerney), is proud mother, teacher, poet, writer, and entrepreneur. Ms. Nattat is the vice president and chief operating officer of Professional Trainers Advancing Humanity Initiative Inc. (P.T.A.H.) a non-profit organization that is committed to the educational, social, mental wellness and physical development of youth and young adults. She is a motivator with a talent for written expression. Sashat’s desire is to grow her brand as a poet and writer with the launch of her publishing company, the introductions of my children’s books, script writing and the promotion of her second book, Demand the Brand Within.