Desperation Is Not Passion

“Aren’t you passionate about anything other than black skin?”

I don’t even know where to begin.

To compare my oppression to your first snowboarding lesson,

To shame my despair because of white ignorance and aggression,

As if it held similarity at all, is not fair and shows your lack of retention.

An angry black woman is simply just that,

To the ones who have no room for her bleeding words regarding “the blacks”.

“If you said it kinder, maybe people would want to listen.”

Says all the evangelical well meaning Christians.

My rage in Jesus name is considered a sin,

Yet your own passivity watching black children killed, is Gods destined will?

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Racism, oppression, white nationalist aggression all come down to roots of power,

Your thoughts and prayers kill; I hope you find this poem, a lesson.

MLK was murdered by the ones who write our history books,

Yet, black folk are still the ones being called criminals and crooks?

To live in freedom, justice and truth has nothing to do with “passions”.

But everything to do with angry tears of desperation.