Tik Tok - The Clock Is Ticking
A poem about the uprising
Tainted blue shields of tin affixed upon cowardly and racist chests of nostalgic BROWNSHIRTS.
Melanin breathe asphyxiated inhumanly
For (human) being BLACK
Before the eyes of the world.
The culture can no longer simply express outrage and sadness
through hashtags, tweets, burning police cars in the streets.
No, to the contrary.
There are to many grown men and women
that as kids claimed “I am Malcolm X” at the end of that Spike Lee Joint
to allow our concerns for the culture to simply dissipate into the digital orifice.
Tik tok, the clock is ticking.
The eyes of the world are upon us
as are the hands and knees of racist police
eliminating our culture one by one.
If not by the knee or the hands, then by the gun.
We need to come together economically and politically.
Stop spending our monies and fuel a change in legislation
to balance out this trick known as
Hell if 400,000, from Halle Berry to me, can send D Nice smiling emojis and
hearts during quarantine to acknowledge a dope set, why can’t we take that
same energy and velocity and change this archaic system that was built
before so-called Emancipation?
Still no peace!