F😈lk Devils

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Categorize me however you please

Place me in a space that brings you the most peace

Come dusk, it matters little what I say or do.

I cannot dissuade you,

From entertaining your preconceived notions,

Notions that somehow carry enough sewing material

To blanket how you picture an entire race.

 

Story of my life: Pegged as a deviant when it’s all but convenient….

 

Because I can go wherever you go, I undoubtedly have to be dealing drugs right?

Because I bear the colour of the abyss, I am clearly in need of your saving grace right?

Because you feel you’re better than me, I should be thankful for your presence, right?

Because you assume an untapped level of self-importance,

I should let you call me the N-word …

No. Hell no. Get out of here with that garbage.

Consider greasing the shutters that shield your eyes from the truth.

 

Take a moment and liken that way of thought

To me assuming everyone who disagrees with what I say is part of the Klan.

A notion so ridiculous you would think after hearing it racism would end today.

But it won’t, because no matter how many times you try 

There will always be one more fool in need of convincing.

 

Whether its yay or nay, It’s okay.

You would sooner shoot me on the street if you intend my voice to go mute.

Because when it comes to this; I will never tire.

As long as there is still a body that proudly carries that colonial mindset

I, in kind, will not be too far behind.

If only to remind them that they cling to oxygen 

That has far outlasted their expiry date.

 

– O.D. ©2019

 

Art by: DanteReliford

 

As always, these poems come from a real place.

I have a thing against anyone who believes they are superior to everyone else in every way. It gets worse when it enters the realm of racism. I have no patience for that, no matter who you are.

Nevermind the subtleties of racism, because I know anyone can be racist without even intending to be (usually through stereotyping). I admit to having been ignorant of stereotyping in the past, but I have worked tirelessly to make it right.

In this piece I am talking to those who hate a particular race just ’cause… you (whoever you are) need to eat a brick.

Remind me to tell you the story behind this piece. It’s a lengthy one.