Vengeance Is Not Mine Poem by Oreoluwa Sanni

Be positive.

That's a prerogative statement.
How can I be,
when my brothers' hearts are drowning in scarlet liquid,
Their crimson tread untwined undone laying on the flow while the earth screams at the top of its lungs; red, red, innocent, men dead!

No no I'm sorry, is this too much negativity?
Doesn't a black man have the rights to feel?
But it's ok I'll put on a mask and be of a fictitious manner because there is no place for honesty.

Honestly, I was not the one on the floor,
But if I wore his shoes and walked through that same door,
I might see the scene from his perspective,
drowning in my own blood while my killer goes free and my family and friends cry out and mourn because no justice was done It's almost like the same cycle after the shot is fired from the gun.

A mother kisses her child as he goes out in the daylight.
But by night time;
the news' out,
they blew his brains out,
his heart has failed now;
your son is dead now he is no more,
his time just ran out.
The cry of the ages;
Black
Man
Down.

Mother wasn't there
but in her heart,
she could hear the voice of her child cry out right before he gave up the ghost and his corpse laid down empty, cold; lifeless on a once-empty dry ground.

so don't you tell me to be positive, because when I hear be positive I hear be Ignorant to the wickedness around.

Positivity in your use is not the state of being at peace or hopeful for a better day but rather masking an emotion putting on a face to try to hide the sad truth of reality.

But a mother has hope that her son is in a better place now crying out with his brothers that Vengeance shall rain down.
It puts her mind at peace knowing someday she will see him again knowing one day there will be no place for darkness and of it the earth will be without.

His killer might still be free out on the earth but his vengeance will be pending appointed by the time of the great avenger who has his redeemed's vengeance in his heart.

Then you go and tell her to be positive.
Just be ready If she lives your face inked with a handprint stamped with her backhand.
You can't tell me you didn't see that coming truly she was only just giving you a warning,
she only tried to reach out to pull you back to sanity while she was in pain deep in her heart trying not to scream and shout.
She is healing trying to keep her composure knowing her sons killer goes free and that it could be her brothers' child next dead by the same perpetrator,
in the same town prejudicially killed and the court will be in the favour of the poison who pointed the pistol that penetrated into the victim priorly to a misconception really? as often said "He was on duty"
justifying his crime like he was some savior doing his people a favor as if he did not intentionally take the life of an innocent neighbour who could have been the only support of a family barely struggling to keep their neck out of poverty's thick claw deep grasp that clouds the mind of so many living them with desperate eyes that will lead them to do anything just for a penny.

But surely the perpetrator will be paid for his labor drinking drunk blood that will fill up to the top of his lungs until they can drink no more drunk because he will rip all was sowed and will be left out burning in the pits full of the misery he concocted and feel more pain that the loved ones felt.

But our Messiah is merciful to the needy and even though their life might be hell on earth they can understand they have the hope in what is to come when all fades after what was said is all done when thy kingdom come and darkness dispels and find no place to hide and is put out of sight when the staff of the wicked is broken, when all wicked people will get what is coming.
And their blood will be on the clothes of our Messiah because he will trodden the winepress and on that day they will know where their positivity and tolerance leads and how far with it you can go.