The James Logan Courier

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Black Hearts

By Alonyia Godfrey, Courier Staff Writer

Black eyes
See the atrocities
Monstrosities
And the velocity of such toxicity
That spews hate into the place that my race calls home

Black ears
Hear the faint echo of their elder’s tears drop
They hear hearts stop
They hear minds ROT
With stereotypical abuse
My people using media “he say she say” as an excuse

Black noses
Smell the sickly sweet
Scent of a mix between death and pig feet
murder and fried chicken
Lynchings and chitlins
So help me, Death was everywhere
Even in the kitchen!
Yes, I am Black
I breathe with my Black mouth
I hear with my Black ears
And I see with my Black Eyes
The lynchings
The Walls
The Death
And the poverty

And with all the blackness
Only God knows why I don’t have a Black heart
But you see
I wasn’t born into blackness
And the last time I checked
I bleed the same color blood as you
I don’t watch a a black sun rise in the morning
And I don’t pray to a black moon at night
Show what gives you the power
to tell me I deserve only black people things?

What gives you the right?