Da Great Oak Tree
By Antjuan Dean
Jimmy, I hear the crows calling, look out the window. All over da Great Oak Tree matures. Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmamas, grandfathers. Jimmy, why you do it? Jimmy, why you hate me? You enslaved me, being in prison, the new slavery. You taught owners how to deal with me. Get out of hand you beat me. You hit me. You spray me, you let dogs take a bite off me. You string up talent shows. Chains still on me. Just invisible to the naked eye. Jimmy, why you love to see me cry? Jimmy, why you love when I die. Jimmy, there blood on your hands. Upon generations upon generations you facing me today. Got a list of? To ask you today you string up talent shows. Hold awards shows for me for the viewers at home. I open up about what you did to me, my family, the horrors I’ve seen on the streets. Then you bless me with a chain. Seems like I’m enslaved, don’t know my identity. You play it in your homes for your family. So you can feel pain cause you coldhearted. Look down, the chains still on me. Just invisible to the naked eye. You act on me off on CDs radio plays, ear waves, the same song on repeat for days. I guess this the new norm.
Jimmy, you redlined me. For the peace of the American Dreams. But dreams turn to nightmares. Where do I begin, you draw a line in the sand to not cross. But you see I’m stepping over. So you create new laws and order. Guidelines to me seem mediocre. Have to pass a lot of tests, degrees. Just to get the upper hand. But the truth you keep far from me. You hide in different secret societies. You made me drink what was dirty so your hands stayed clean. But you keep washing with new blood, it’s overflowing in the sink. I’ve seen what you did to the black sheep. This for anyone dat went against you. It’s not a color to the powers that be. Hidden hand that have hands in everything. When will you wake up and see we fighting a battle that they think we can’t win. But there’s sleeper cells all over America. I activate you. Call you to arms. You have the ammo, you have the guns, the pen’s your sword. Just another civil war. It began January 6. Running in the Capitol was the start but the people will finish. Jimmy, I hear the crows calling, look out the window. All over da great oak tree matures, son, daughter, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmamas, grandfathers. Jimmy, we do it. You see them blowing in the wind. You smell them, look at your hands. There’s blood all over. You can’t wash in the sink. It’s overflowing from all the despise you brought forth. You can never be clean. RIP, America. I’m rare, that’s America. Forefathers, it’s over. Look outside, you see it. Woe to America. A great woe coming. The earth bout to pass away. The earth is tired of us. And want to shake us off, all the earthquakes, storms, etc. Wake up! Wake up! Jim Crow law. If you really want to learn something, bondage down the rabbit hole again. Gone.
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