Only Certain Humans

"Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life; our lives shall never be the same again" 
Facing the detours of a perfectly nurtured life 
Our lives shall never be the same again
For one - it's an issue of where
For one - it's an issue of being
For one -it's an issue of checking up on a friend
For some - it's wrong timing
"The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred to a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God"
But for all - it's an issue of being and who
The system attached imperfection, crime and hatred
To a people perfectly crafted in the image of a perfect God
Give it a name
Racism
A systemic display of ignorance and foolishness
"Being human used to bring joy to other humans but here only certain humans are really humans"
For many, their youths were taken away 
Many trees never live to see their fruits
Many fruits never get to see the trees they came from
Being human used to bring joy to other humans
But here only certain humans are really humans
What a tragedy!

REST IN POWER, KING T’CHALLA

The beauty of Wakanda

Is slain upon his prime

How are the mighty

Fallen in the midst of the pandemic

And the weapon of vibranium perished

I am distressed for you, Chadwick

Your inspiration for us was transcendent

Surpassing the motivation of superheroes

The cold hand of death

Has rested upon the King

Who brought hope to the oppressed

And restored self-confidence to the bullied

Oh death! Where is your sting

Oh cancer! Where is your power

You wrestled with the one

Who brought pride to melanin

Now he’s gone like

An athlete dying young

Resting like other heroes

Who sought to bring dignity to humanity

But even more glorious

He is resting in the bosom of his creator

Haven fulfilled the purpose

For his existence

I am happy for you, Chadwick

For your soul finally escapes

The misery and bad business

That take place on this earth

You will no longer wake

To hear that beloved brother / cousin

Has been wasted

By those meant to protect them.

Its with tears in our eyes

Great sorrows in our hearts

And empty big shoe to fill

That we celebrate your life- well spent

And triumphant exit from the burden of this world

To the beautiful mansion of the Father

Till we meet again,

Rest in power

King T’Challa🙅‍♂️

Dr. Boseman Chadwick

CYCLE

I know we were all created in God’s image

The oppressors say ‘all fingers are not equal’

We believe this from our youth

A well advertised fallacy of composition

How can we be so fooled?

They sold us the drugs

Saying it’s for our recreation

We took in the Kool-Aid

And now we are wasting away

Falling like leaves in Fall

Instead of flourishing like Poets in Autumn

We buy them with our life savings

Now they disenfranchised us as mentally unstable.

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