Black Rage
Imagine
Imagine
A cage
That could not rage
Because the box
Was the lock
That it was made from
Imagine
Black rage
To not feel it
Is to live in constant in-denial
Hoping it’s all the X-files
But watching lives disappear
Poof
No longer there
And so, we don't talk about it
While history repeats
And their murderer’s tools
Stand tall like trees
Since, we didn’t talk about it
But dead fingers don’t move
And closed eyes don’t see colors
So, yeah, I’m just a poet
But, no, I don't care, if roses are red
Or if violets are blue
I mean
Just Imagine
Having to explain yourself
Over
And over
And over, again
We don’t want justice
We just want to live
And then being told
Well, this is “gray” for you
Imagine this cage
Anyway
The next day
You wake to a morning’s sunrise
It’s beautiful
Your lover is not there
But they’re on your mind
It’s beautiful
You’re just in time for work
Where you work hard
And your job sees and acknowledges you
It’s beautiful
Then you see the news
And someone
Who 100% could be you
Breathed their last breath
But their life
Is only debatable
So, your voice means nothing
Apparently
You are a free lion
As long as you never roar
Still, you imagine
So, Imagine
Imagine
A cage
That could not rage
Because the box
Was the lock
That it was made from
Imagine
Black rage
Like, birthed by the earth
And loved by the sun
Yet, trapped in the paradigm
Of someone else’s mind
A box with no hue
Still, I am caged by you
Whoever you are
So, how can I stop and smell the roses
When the only red I see
Is like strange fruit
That comes from violets that have yet to bloom
Death by the gardener’s hands
Yet, I am mother’s child, too
But at some point
History landed us where we were
But at some point
My life became nothing more than just politics
But at some point
Tears of sadness become full with anger and destruction
But at some point
You watched while it was all happening and still decided
I was to blame
And so, yes
Black rage is furious thing
An over worked
Underpaid
Overdue
Yet, surprisingly humble, too, thing
A loud sound
Like a scream
Heard all around
But never seen
So, I guess the best way to understand
Or to see the unseen
Is to imagine
So, imagine
Imagine
A cage
That could not rage
Because the box
Was the lock
That it was made from
Imagine
Black rage.
