Blind Eyes and Black Hearts

Are you blind out of comfort, out of spite, or out of ignorance?

Photo by Taras Chernus on Unsplash

Black skin in a land of black hearts…
Filled with those who’ll gladly black eyes for black cards.
Try their best to turn your light into a black one.

I’m talking real blue.
Dull the shine that once revealed truth.

But that’s okay.

If you don’t focus on hues,
you can put that blue to some use.
Start revealing the dirt
that’s not in everyone’s view.

Everything’s cool…

Until the ones they’ve misused,
start to own their ability to use their light as a tool.

You tried to change it for the worse,
instead you hipped us to clues.
Y’all are blind to the stains
but we revealed more than a few.

Y’all’s favorite quote is out of sight, out of mind.
Fail to review your inside,
for an out of kind.

Refusing to believe the dirt from your work,
piles built up over time.

You say, “I would have seen it…
I’m in here all the time.”

Oh.

The soft white under belly of existence.
Can’t tell these folks blind spots in their vision.

But it’s because they sowed division,
through conscious decisions,
we can see the stains that they’re missing.

That doesn’t mean that we’re better,
it just means that we’re different.
Y’all’s refusal to settle
is what earns our derision.

Y’all forged yourself letters,
slipped in and faked your permissions.

Manifest destiny.

Slavery is best for beasts.

She doesn’t need morphine,
she doesn’t feel like you or me.

Taking our agency…
The nerve of you hating ME.

Teach American dreams,
act surprised at minorities truancy.

You vampires.
You parasites.
Your only question is who to bleed.

Blood stained hands,
then tell me
you ain’t do the deed.

Sad.

Some are blind to your ways.
But the moon’s light shines in its phase.
Times change.
You can book it.
Life’s gonna force us to find a new page.

New moon phase,
has to usher in a New Age.

If the light of the sun can’t reveal what’s been done,
we’re looking at dark times
just to break the seal on the old and the young.

But even dark times are just…
times after all.
We’ll celebrate through the night,
you can join or get lost.

Can’t use old eyes to build new lives,
get with the times.

You find time to paint black and white,
dualistic minds forced to choose sides.

It’s only the wise,
who see the grey neutralize.