Wednesday, September 21, 2016

BLUE HEAT

After Korlah Camille Kafele's post on Facebook:

"Brothas...
Get those engines checked when the light comes on...
Don't procrastinate that tune-up on that truck...
Keep oil in your car and air in your tires...
We need you to make it home...
#terrencecrutcher"

Black men
We need you

We need you to make it
Through these unpromised days
With ease
Smiles on your faces
Goals on your minds
Plans for achievement
In the forefront
Your mental strong
Your will impenetrable
Pushing you to see the light
Be the light
At the end of a tunnel
Filled with
Tricks
Traps
Detours
Injustice

Treacherous heat
In your face
On your back

And I don’t mean the sun

You already know
This kind
Far too well

That Blue Heat
Oppressive 
Toxic
Ill-equipped
To replenish
Nourish
Comfort
Your black skin

Only warmth
You'll ever get
From this heat
Is that
Of your freshly drained blood
As it rivers
From bullet wounds
Drips
From your pounds
Of innocent flesh
Like tears
Pools remorsefully
Around your
Hands-were-up
Mouth-was-closed
Full-compliance
Body
Soaks up your soul

Yes
This is
A sob story
Colorful
Unpretty
A black
Blue
And red story
About how
Every day
No matter how well
You protect yourself
Your armor
Is moot
How
Whenever you make a move
Outside your four walls
It’s clear
That the game
Is rigged
The rules are skewed
You have no control
Over your opponent
Your life

And it’s never really
Your move
Yet it seems like
It’s
Always
Your
Time

We will
Say its name
Blue Heat
Like it keeps forcing us
To say the names
Of all your fallen brothers
Hold it accountable
Shelter you from its wrath
The best we can
Never cease attempting
To extinguish
Its blaze

Black men
We need you

We need you to make it
Home
From these dubious days
Off the game board
Into our arms

Without getting burned


©2016 Charlene E. Green