Black Excellence.

by Siyabonga Ndlovu   Oct 11, 2011


Reality is
That I'm not perfect
Don't consider me some prized
possession
Don't thank me
Don't honor me
Don't recognize me
You see
I'm black
Black as tar to them
Black as mahogany to me
You see my brother man
You see my sister girl
It's all about the perception
But the reality of this present
day society says
I'm a second class citizen in a
first rate world
They consider me and my
people hostile creatures
Like raging vicious lions,
Ready to pounce on any
unsuspecting human that
comes our way
They label us as hustlers,
pimps, prostitutes and leeches
On society
They heard us up and then
lock us up in this cage
So that they can sleep safe and
sound at night
In there lovely gated
communities
Now that we are safely locked
up in this ghetto reality
They got us singing the ghetto
blues
We be living like animals
trapped in the zoo
Looking between the bars of
life
Day dreaming about our
chance to be free
Day dreaming about the day
we can finally taste
The Sweet Pie
This is our sad reality
Many brothers and sisters are
at their boiling points
Stewing in this pot of
hopelessness
Like crabs in the barrel trying
to survive
Fully aware of there present
fate
Feeling so angry
That you want to lash out
So you hurt the ones that you
always see
You see my brother
You see my sister
You tasted the stew of self
hate
A slowly cooked brew of the
ghetto caldron
The brew is you
My brother, My sister
They got you trapped in this
ghetto hell
This self hate will make the
male crab rape at night
This self hate will the female
crab make babies during the
day
They got you selling this dope
to your own people
So that they can mentally
escape this ghetto reality
You drive by shoot to kill
What you hate
You see my ghetto child
They made you hate
"YOURSELF"
They got you so full of this
rage and self doubt
This ghetto stinks and festers
like an open sore
It's spreading the disease of
racial hate
But this hate is all twisted
Got you hating the ones that
look like you
Pandemic! Pandemic!
I see why everyone is in a rush
We "beeeeeeeeeee" trying to
get the hell up out of this
ghetto This Kasi blight
Is like a never ending cycle
That relentless in its pursuit to
destroy our souls
I feel like
I'm living in this game of tug
of war
We are trying to hold on real
tight to win this fight
This rope of ghetto life is
burning up my hands
Burning up all my hopes and
dreams of a future outside this
Section Two.
They always tell us
Why all the struggle and why
all the fight
We gave you the opportunity
to heal your race
Affirmative action was your
miracle cure
But they told us a lie of
misinformation
They said we could eat the
Sweet Pie
Your cure was a lie
It treated all the symptoms but
not the "why"
Listen to me!!
Your cure was a lie
It treated all the symptoms but
not the "why"
Explain to me why the jail
house is disproportionately
filled With black
Explain to me why the money
we borrow is laced with the
hidden Black tax
Explain to me why are our
natural disaster is not a
disaster
You watched and waited as
the leaves of my heart began
to break
My beloved (4316) ward is all I
knew
You made me live in Sakhile
Why did opportunity delay in
reaching out a hand, a helping
hand?
Anyone that is black can clearly
see that your precious
Opportunity was laced apathy
And hate for the entire black
race
You say hate is a strong word
So you clean it up and call it a
knee jerk reaction
But the bottom line still
remains the same
You failed to save my ghetto
land
Yet you still boldly claim that
we as a people have tasted the
Sweet Pie
Your cure was a lie
It treated all the symptoms but
not the "why"
Listen to me!
Your cure was a lie
It treated all the symptoms but
not the "why"
Why do you feel that we are so
different?
Why do you feel that we need
you to survive?
Some black people are trapped
in this ghetto life
Day dreaming about the Sweet Pie
Were moving on up
Moving on up to the east side
We finally got a piece of the
pie
I�m real tired of hoping for
that Jefferson Pie
I truly want to leave this
ghetto life behind
Open your eyes and visualize
They got you living the ghetto
life
I want the whole world to see
that I'm more than ghetto life
I need time to shine
I need time to be my own
shooting star
Shooting into the heavens
Shooting past the barriers
Shooting past the barrel of the
smoking gun
This gun is loaded with the
bullets of stigma
Pointed straight at the entire
black race
Don't pass judgment on me
Don't scrutinize, or patronize
me
Because the reality is that I'm
not perfect or black or ghetto
I'm more than skin deep
I'm deep as you
So deep that i bleed RED just
like you
Stop "judging" me skin deep
If you cut me do I not bleed?
Bleeding the same RED blood
you bleed
So in reality that makes us
equala
That's reality!

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  • 5 years ago

    by The Po whet

    I think you've written this piece quite exceptionally well,
    I like the content;
    you've highlight the reality many cast a blind eye towards.
    Actually this piece is just but brilliant f rom start to finish.
    Kudos!

  • 6 years ago

    by Siyabonga Ndlovu

    Thanks hey.

  • 6 years ago

    by Siyabonga Ndlovu

    Thanks hey.

  • 6 years ago

    by Swallowing Tongues

    This poem is so true. and i honestly feel like this sometimes too. beautifully written.