Black & Proud Haiku Series X - XXX

by W.P. Jackson

X.

He said "I can't breathe!"
But they still choked the nigga
Loosies, police, death.

XI.

Ten years in the joint
You write your wife a letter
She screwed your father

XII.

Job prospects go up
They pass on the brother man
Post race? I can't tell

XIII.

Nigerian Prince
Help my African brother
Now my hard disk's fried

XIV.

Best pick that cotton
Yes suh mastuh, as you wish
Escape from chains.  Run!

XV.

Purp, drank, lean, sizurp
Go see parole officer
Recidivism

XVI.

No photo ID
Still trying for that suffrage
It ain't happening

XVII.

Dance, or it's your ass!
Goin out like Uncle Tom
Zip-ah-dee-do-dah

XVIII.

Hands up, don't shoot me
Ferguson cops on rampage
Come correct on loot

XIX

Josephine Jackson
So fine after thirty years
Unladylike? Please.

XX.

They look at me queer
For affirmative action
But Jackson don't sneer

XXI.

Put down that book, boy
More dangerous than a gun
When colored folk read

XXII.

Ferguson P.D.
Put the gun down brother man
Bullets can't kill dreams

XXIII.

Timberland boots? Check.
Biggie and Pac don't play, yo.
A pity. A shame.

XXIV.

My momma told me
Another brother done died
Beautiful refrain

XXV.

Hurricane wide mouths
Grits n biscuits n gravy
Pour one out for Pops

XXVI.

Stop! Scream!  Stand up, Boy!
Shine my shoes, jungle bunny.
Big lips, wide nose, Pride!

XXVII.

For whom the bell tolls
Cosby sweaters on your bed
A classic melt down

XXVIII.

The man, the myth...Wait!
We have been fooled by his laugh
Defile that star

XXIX.

Rudy and Theo
Go to your room this instant!
Huxtable rapist

XXX.

Power in masses
We strive for your approval
Dr. King, we trust.


Black & Proud Haiku Series X - XXX by W.P. Jackson

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