The Struggle in Slam

Behind Big O’s Eight Ball

Today is the start
of a new day a new way
a fresh start for America
The end of racism, so they say.

An African-American in the Whites
House painting it beige. And the sage
wisdom of pundits across the country
telling us we all have entered
a post-racialist stage in the
history of America, blowing their horns
tooting aloud to the crowd about
how “WE” have overcome
and they have given “US” our
first black president.

“We” just ain’t ready to by into it.

At least be skeptical despite all
the cans of paint it takes to
remove the taint of Jeffersonian
slavery and neocon knavery
still won’t dissolve the smell
built up to 2009 from 1776.

The racists declaring the end
of racism. Hysterical. A trick.
As in Ward Connerly on affirmative
action, as in Colin Powell plotting
Grenada’s invasion or the overthrow
of Aristide and democracy in Haiti.
Like Atlanta’s black middle class war
against Mukasa and Jamil.
Or the black shills employed to oust
Cynthia McKinney at any cost.
IN ATLANTA, NIGGERS, ATLANTA!!
Frontline of the neo-colonialist war.

The ATL, hell on earth, from street
corner ballers to international shot
callers, black mayors and wannabe
players hustling everything except
the right thing and Mukasa Ricks
fighting prostrate cancer up against
Morehouse, the college where MLK
got his knowledge. A world upside
down turned right-side wrong
to beat down a civil rights icon, the
father of Black Power, a tower
of principle and love while
Jamil Al Amin cools
his heels behind walls of
ice cold concrete and steel for
opposing the Counterinsurgency.

Tormenters worse than
the monkeys of Tarnation,
a capitalism that runs your
momma thru a gauntlet to cop,
makes her bob and weave night
long for a hit of crack, with you
slinging from some cut feeding her.
What’s crackin, niggaz? Yo momma.
Thinking it’s some other time, not wake
up time, you stacking cheddar ain’t enuf,
since the monkeys of Tarnation run this stuff.
They mock you, they knock you, and they
clock you until you think you kno they
rules and then it’s another game.
All the same, you doing time
with Jamil yet ain’t learnt, still.

Yes. Today is the start
of a new day a new way
a fresh start for America
The end of racism, so they say.