Black Streets

Black streets
Black dreams
Black sheaths
To cover the heat of our rage
Disengaged in the now
Triggered by the brow
Fists in the air blow
By a know how.

Assimilation created
This creature of consuming tendencies
Yet a history to shed
Treason and hypocrisies.
Mom and Pops taught me to
To be silent
Yet ancestors haunt in
Nightmarish dreams.

Black wreaths
Black trees
Black feats
To adorn the mantle
Of model minority
Born in the womb
Of momma’s western logic
Forming
Echoing in the chambers
Of her fruit growing
Plucked from the tree
I eat the fruit of knowledge

Black seats
Black treats
Black cleans
This white washed existence
Through the pulse
Of hip hop inundation
Elevation as a crab clamped
Identification
Yet recognition when released obligation
Reflection as addiction
Solitude as friend
To accompany me
As homelessness