Yellow is the colour of mother skin. Chanted high yella whilst dosing coconut oil into the cross roads of her hair.
We smiled. Like yellow was all we ever wanted to be.
Aryian race. This is how things are supposed to be.
So why’s my head fuzzy with the blurred lines that came forced upon me?
He said she was the best of both worlds. Caramel complexion.
She was more than the fetish you had in your pants.
Her mind a think tank, churned like curdled milk on his tongue.
He did not die for my sins, I lived for his.
We cry for the blood our bodies shell had to feel.
When we look back at our wet hands they are still brown,
still chained and your preaching made us cannon fodder.
JESUS CHRIST DID NOT SAVE EMMET TILL.
DID NOT SAVE MIKE BROWN.
DID NOT SAVE SANDRA BLAND OR KINGSLEY BURRELL.
For man cannot do such things.