It took the intersection of my
Dispersed thought clouds, to combine vapoured yet
Paralleled lanes of understanding,
Into a richer, heavier, condensed form of thought.
It took, experiencing life through different lenses
For me to have a clearer picture of my intended purpose.
I bear stripes they try so hard to look past
Even as I tango at the center
Of their one dimensional point of focus.
God gifted stripes in whichever shade you choose
Black or white, my enigmatic nature is of your making
Takes a closer look to understand parts of me
I would never dream of spoon feeding to you;
But that would be too much for you wouldn’t it?
Actually working for something, and thus, to you
I bid, Adieu.
Attempts at bridging positive thoughts to those
That need them, with Reason(s) I can only hope
To remember when my days get darker;
Sad really, how you work so hard to gain my approval
Even if it means you take the role of being the sole
Source of toxicity in my social circle.
Uncustomary for a Champion to not take the time
To write for his people, my melanin brothers and sisters
“You are beautiful, let no one tell you otherwise”
And yet, within our ranks lie the uninformed,
Who sell our culture for cheap in a bid to garner cheap pops
To think slavery was a choice is a reality only you
Would bring from the plantation that binds you
In your mind.
A sell out like you could not begin to understand
That which we go through… …but let me stop
And take deep breaths, before I yield
To your wish
Of making this all about you.
– O.D. ©2018
Picture by: NicolasEvariste
Spoke to my father the other day, we were talking about my family totem which my grandparents (on every occasion) never hesitate making mention of. The Zebra.
My father said it was done long ago as a way of signifying clans or tribes (emblems of sorts) to help know who was in our bloodline. Furthermore, most of these totems were associated with character traits. An example he gave me was of those from the Buffalo tribe; how they’re considered to be short-tempered, I found it quite fascinating.
I absolutely love Zebras (bias from it being my totem maybe) but it goes beyond that, the stripes resonate with me. Not to mention the all-powerful hind kick capable of shattering a crocodile’s jaw (Incredible!)
But I’m gonna stop now before this becomes a Nat Geo special.
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