There's no silencing
The noise in your
Head when
The volume control is broken
And there is no power button
Nor plug
Because you don't do the controlling
You're just a speaker box
With a horrible song on repeat
That you do your best to tune out
Otherwise you become immune and each time you hear it
It becomes a little less enterprising
Until it no longer capitalizes
On your positive energy
It's just sound
-noise
-one perception
It doesn't burn in the ears of
Those who've been here
For the past 300 years
With inferior fears
Black, shiftless tears
That have honed enough sanity
To live through the inhumanity
And degradation of the notes you
Unapologetically call "music to my ears"
It's a song you play on repeat
A song to which you dance
-to which you march to the beat
A song to which you share with all
Your comrades in camaraderie
-a song to which you sing to
Until it reverberates in your soul
And makes you the epitome
Of pity in my world
And I don't listen
-though I hear,
The difference between
Those who accept your lies
And projections of your imperfections
-your insults and your vexing
-your misguided directions
Because you'll never be
The fault in my stars
Or the solar eclipse that
Plummetsme into darkness...
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The Chain Breakers
PoetryI created this book in time for February, -Black History Month. The whole premise as the title suggests is to break the chains that continue to enslave us, -chains being any barrier or element that suppresses someone. I personally find some of my...
