WELL FED NEMESIS

 WELL FED NEMESIS

              

    When men’s unaccounted inheritance gave them the audacity to trade humans for coins  paraphrasing ‘where’s my niggas ‘ the legacy would be continuum                

The quote sent tremors threading endless years without fucking sunsets
trembling the melanin of time

and echoes of ancestors voices raised to Armageddon’s pitch screaming in chorus
Please sir 
master sir
Don't whip the horse just yet, that'll run and counter balance this rope looped over this branch and attached to my neck ; I'm begging. Please just wait a sec, maybe there'll be a gust of wind
to change a thing
But the hot air only rose

and unsettled ash floated above the burning bones that entertained lily white Christian villages on Sunday picnic 
watched from the perch of vultures who heard the word and smelled the smoke
that stained the wings of angels that fell out of heavens into
the night and into the next night through the perpetual doors of times with no-one to close those but us and them
and nothing to build from but the familiarity of them and us
but nothing more complacent than distant relations ingrained with
antagonism
Them
and us and them
where the will to grow up is dwarfed by the liberty to pretend
for hell is a dish best served daily

and you wonder if it's that kind of thinking that has our sisters compromising their beauty instead of appreciating it
when warriors are castrated in front of their faces
when princes made shoes in whatever flavour of leather would kick its taste into their busted mouths as overseers made his sisters their bed wenches on the same work benches
The only thing evil didn’t take is a break

and a people could salvage nothing left but pride
and used it to ask for a day off in the words
‘black lives matter’
but ‘Blue lives matter ‘
was the response from the cracker
tactically abdicating the pseudonym
‘masa’
and ‘young blood will be rewarded if they spread the term nigger ‘
rationalised with a spellcheck

See it ain’t just a word it’s a boot in the face, from a redneck
King Leopold’s wet machete , a dogs muzzle sealing the connection to call a sister a bitch, a triple k noose from deceptive democratic representatives
a stick to substitute a whip missing from the coat rack, an overseer officer’s bullet in your pan African world
Bam !

Clogging my ears to distract me from who I am