Miss Nicole, A Woman Undeniable, has written a poem that i think speaks to Black History...and us...I know i just jacked it, but it was much too lovely and important to let slide...I'm telling you...if you haven't checked out her fiction blog, then you all are sleeping on TALENT!


Alone in a sea of bodies,
We speak but you do not hear.
We smile but you do not see.
Extended hands met with insincere smiles;
Lying expressions of caring.
Your mouths open so your own ears can hear.
You don’t really care and you don’t really know.
Educated smooth talkers bouncing from victim to victim,
Telling your tales and working your game.
We are not worth your time.
We won’t be who you tell us.
We are outcasts.
Ill fitted for your Earth;
Too sinful for your Heaven;
Too decent for your Hell.
We are lone rangers in a world of super-action superheroes.
You don’t want us on your team unless we fly your way.
But we don’t know how.
Our wings are too heavy;
Our minds encumbered.
We’re unhappy and put upon,
Flying low to the ground and against the wind,
Face first into your hatred
For us and our kind.
It’s been written in history
Across centuries and oceans.
It’s been shouted across barricades,
Hosed in our faces.
It burned amid flames in the yard
Hung from grand magnolias.
And came with a shot in the dark.
It separated families.
It broke spirits.
It passed on through bloodlines.
And now it festers within us.
Your hatred.
Our hatred for you.
Did you know that sometimes we hate you, too?
Deep inside,
In a hidden place,
An anger is fed daily.
We hate your false superiority;
Your sense of entitlement.
We loathe the lies that created you
And the society that sustains you.
You sons of iniquity and
Media darlings of false beauty.
You fear us.
And you should.
Our hatred consumes us,
But when it’s done
It’s coming for you, too.
Arm yourself.
We are the fruits of your self-righteousness.

Copywright by Nicole Crawford 2008