You can call me black — no harm done,
Limitations of language and understanding.
You can even take it to the 70s and go full Rhodesian
Despising and metricizing worldly pigments.
It’s not your fault for being that stupid — they call it dualism of the mind
And you, my friend, are a slave to one side of that coin
Shackled, to the fickle nature of hauling five senses.
Collared, lovingly, to the physical realm — like a mangy dog neglected by its owner
You are in the late stages of spiritual starvation; married to earthly hallucinations;
I don’t expect you to see past that mirage —
To see how my spirit burns, a blaze untamed
In a reality you’ll never understand.
Diagnosing me as the devil is the first step to misidentifying my presence
Demon possessed? Maybe.
Are you afraid? You shouldn’t be.
I’m beyond such petty schemes
Peddling cheap scares — pandering — placating
Surface level habits that give me nothing.
You’d do well to call this a panoramic view of satori —
I see it all. The collective sequence of events that denote your existence
I was built to be a passive observer of humanity’s choices and lack thereof.
Your life will begin and it will end with the deterministic value of a movie reel
And there I’ll be,
Using this body you hate so much to live through yet another Earth rehearsal;
Living through yet another time where you’ve seized to exist.
Confessions of a star seed:
This body will pass on
But my spirit and vision will continue pursuing what’s beyond;
Maybe as a sick joke next time I’ll possess one of you.
Dear racist, if all of that flew over your head
Do me a favor and at least try to understand this:
“You hating this flesh — this color,
Is not a waste of my time;
It’s a waste of yours”
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: ricardothb
I’m not in the mood to be nice. To be fair, I haven’t been in that mood for a while now.
When the BLM chants gained steam early this year, I refused to write about it here. Felt insincere as there were plenty of people voicing what I already felt. Furthermore, I’m not guided by some ethical imperative that dictates I prove my loyalty as a black person every time there is an injustice. It doesn’t make me more empathetic to be involved. I don’t need to prove myself. Simply look at how many posts I’ve written regarding black injustice (tracing years back) to see what I mean. I was speaking against injustice long before George Floyd’s unfortunate murder. There have been many others who people seem to forget and I fear listing all of them right now would dilute the point I’m trying to make.
Appealing to racists and entertaining their worldview (even as an Empath) is far too much for me. There are bad people to be found in all races, but many people are quick to try and play devil’s advocate before they catch up on their history. I’m talking Tulsa race massacre, the Tuskegee Syphilis study e.t.c .
Honestly? Do that first, then get back to me.
And before you say that all of these events “took place ages ago” and I should “move on”, I in kind, would gladly ask you to go f*ck yourself.