I’m Everything You Know Not No, I’m not the Summertime-easy-living, sloth-slow, yardbird-yapping, lawn-jockey-like idler outside your door. No, I’m not the ski-mask-wearing, Cain-psychotic, hatred-hankering, violence-devoted brute attacking you. No, I’m not the bonobo Daddy-O with my pants down to my knees, leaving the world with a million misbegotten babies. No, I’m not the b-ball-hogging, all-day-dribbling, hoop-headed Monarch of Color holding court on a basketball court. No, I’m not the metronome-accurate dancer of your hip-hop-rhythmic music video scenario. No, I’m not the pop star with the clay-recreated features singing and dancing for your green money approval. No, I’m not the next Kanye parading in blond hair for a photo op with a fascist tyrant wearing a Republican-red tie. No, I’m not another Jay-Z saying the same insulting N-word that our black ancestors heard while their humanity got murdered.No, only death will stop my demand that all states allocate a reparative bandage for the sinful Middle Passage. No, nothing will stop the stance of this Black man and the two-fisted persistence of my resistance to external and internal racism. ~ A Song for Sheroes Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend, Women, Make men comprehend That each sister Has a Harriet Tubman Prepared to seek A place where men Do not abuse their Queens, A place that erects Jewels of Respect. Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend, Women, Make men comprehend That each sister Has a Shirley Chisholm Prepared to shake and make every state Understand that liberation Must not become a membership card Only given to men. Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend, Women, Make men comprehend That each sister Has a Kamala Harris Showing all chauvinists And misogynists They are as unwanted as a virus. Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend, Women, Make men comprehend That each sister Has a Dr. Mae C. Jemison Entering a NASA shuttlecraft That ascends to a time Where gender mistreatment ends. Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend, Women, make men comprehend. ~ America’s Unconstitutional Grill Near the counter, One seat away from a guy named Uncle Sam, I sat in America’s Unconstitutional Grill, Notorious for its discrimination special. Recollections took my psyche traveling Throughout gripped and whipped generations. I remembered Sam’s culture-ramming family Capturing my kin And reducing them to abused horses In a round pen. My temper went from a semiautomatic pistol To a ballistic missile. Around then, My anger could have leveled America’s Unconstitutional Grill. Right before my left was going to punch Sam So his teeth would meet a dirt heap ‘Neath some table’s feet, Non-Caucasian children came in. They ordered cheeseburgers. A spoiled-cream-distasteful waitress, Wearing a hairnet, Said, “The Grill did not get The School Budget Tomato Sauce yet.” Judging from the way Their liveliness took a graveyard turn, Non-Caucasian children did learn Unconcern made their meals burn. According to other non-Caucasian patrons, There was not much pepper In the House and Senate stew. Non-Caucasian patrons spat discontent Over the cop-frisked pork biscuits Accompanying assorted penal-smelly vittles. Seconds from leaving America’s Unconstitutional Grill, Despite my refusal to select a speck, The waitress tossed me a check. After I tabulated Subjugation's cost, I told the ashy cashier, “Get the damn owners to atone And reimburse for every year My people spent here.”
~ Bob McNeil, writer, editor, cartoonist, and spoken word artist, is the author of Verses of Realness. Hal Sirowitz, a Queens Poet Laureate, called the book “A fantastic trip through the mind of a poet who doesn’t flinch at the truth.” Among Bob’s recent accomplishments, he found working on Lyrics of Mature Hearts to be a humbling experience because of the anthology’s talented contributors. Copies of that collection are available here: https://amzn.to/3bU8Loi.