As a nation stands on the cusp awaiting change, there’s a tension in the air that can be cut with a knife… Are you really ready for the answer to the question, “What Next?”
What next, America?
This hysteria is overwhelming as loved ones held dear drop like flies!
Too young, high-strung, pre-existing conditions
Yet, ‘COVID’ marks their demise…
Hidden lies.
Everything smells of poop
As fellow men stoop so low as to smear their fears
Across whitewashed Capitol walls laid
By my enslaved and forgotten ancestors!
The reparations for Blacks stall and the poor class falls
As Congress’ too-little-too-late aid
Makes many of us wade and waddle
To coddle up new ways to reside.
Yet, the nation, with bated breath, bides…
Waits and relies on Biden’s imminent term,
Which widens the gap between black and white.
White and Black blends, forcing grey:
Blacks still hollering,
“Our Black lives matter!”
Yet our voices die…
Black man down…
Black woman down…
Blacks gunned down,
put down,
Black Genocide.
Watered down
Into new abbreviations like,
“P.O.C.” and “B.I.P.O.C.,”
Lumped together with other ethnicities
Who don’t believe Black matters matter,
So our Black love language is severed.
Miss me with that….
Lack of communication,
‘Cuz rejection seems to remain my station
As this nation continually stabs Blacks in the back,
Over 400 years now.
Like that best friend who said,
“I got your Black back, girlfriend!”
But in the end…
I was just a riser in her crystal clear staircase
As mine laid shattered…
Tattered and torn,
I’m so tired and worn,
Ready to just GIVE UP!
Throw in the towel as 2021
Hits me like a ton of bricks!
I’m so DONE!
Taking licks that no medicine can assuage,
So I meditate on a different page,
To my Higher Power of God!
As I lay subdued,
Eating a river of hot tears and spiritual verses like stew,
I spew chicken broth and brew — boiling mad,
Glad my Daddy sent heavenly angels
To help me climb out of my pit of despair…
Guarding my heart before I completely fall apart…
“Shanna don’t you dare…!”
See, I have to encourage MYSELF
‘Cause few listen when I call —
Emails go unanswered,
Ignored when I call or text,
But let them need something and I say no,
Those same folks be perplexed!
WHAT…NEXT?!?
I’m almost afraid to ask.
But God doesn’t dish out fear,
So I’m here for the last
REVOLUTION.
EVOLUTION,
BECOME MY RESTITUTION.
Turn now my eyes, my heart, and our kids to Lord Yah,
The Solution.
‘Cuz I’m learning that those who hurt you
Are sadly wrapped up in their own pollution.
See, the only One on Whom I can depend,
Will one day, part heavens’ skies with a shout, and descend.
And no BFF, Boo, Bae, or girlfriend
Will be able to save your lost soul
To ascend.
So…
Are you ready for the next,
For what comes in
