… to understand
I have yet to understand
why Blacks in this land, do not strive to leave the country that constantly rapes them of their dignity
Yet to understand
where the kindness towards the others comes from; the courage to smile and just keep it moving
Yet to understand
why they long to be like people who do not care anymore for them than they do for their property
I struggle to understand
why they choose not to do more for themselves by learning the system created to suffocate the life out of them
struggle to understand
why they are quick to give away their power and tap dance for modern-day masters while being laughed at and held beneath their knees
struggle to understand
when they choose to stop dreaming of creating a life that is better for the next generation so that manacles can finally be broken
I fail to understand
why seeds are sown but the reluctance to gift your name so your children can build on a generation of strength, change, and difference
fail to understand
because in this land they are moving targets and faceless souls that haunt the dominant gaffers of their wrongdoings
fail to understand
because they are governed by the descends of those who flourish in the breach to be in control and will do whatever it takes to remain in that power
I strive to understand
because while their people continue to console weeping mothers, the others continue to wear badges, robes that continue to tip the scales of power in their favor
strive to understand
since the stories remain the same why their smiles do not change
strive to understand
how they have more resources, more access, more knowledge, more rights yet their voices are muffled
What I do understand
is this is their home, yet they do not belong; they do not fit in; they must be silenced because their Black is too STRONG for others to just let them live.