What If Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Showing you our being in plain sight we still become a silhouette on the pavement of your choice.

He only needed assistance with his vehicle but your assistance created darkness for him forever.

Our Harvard education presents nothing but white collar killings from blue collar representatives.

A mother hears her door lock and her heart is tortured as if she is a prisoner of war.

You tell us by pulling the trigger and looking into our eyes, life was not created for us beyond that moment.

Your collaboration with death brought us underground to fight the powers that be.

Our understanding of giving birth does not mean I can live in your society.

Your inferior attitude of our culture goes beyond the life that you inherited.

Our blackness is your weakness towards the beauty of our inheritance you don't understand.

Fireproofing your eyes so that we can burn in your cold steel of lies that twelve more agree with.

We sing songs of overcoming but your overture has us saying dead men tell no tales.

What if your daughter what if your son what if your mother what if your father had a black experience without civil rights.




Written by Theodore Mosley
May 22,2017