See Demons

I’d do it again

Because I can

And a million more like me

Would do exactly the same

Put me in a uniform

Give me a hood

Show me the history of honor and blood

Give me a scapegoat

Feed me the fear

Make me the weapon

We all desire

For my arrogance is no longer enough

There is no security in the privilege of hate

I need to see demons to eliminate

Keep me righteous

Keep me pure

That I can stand tall on backs once more

When the wind changes

Apples go bad and wolves are alone

But a million more remain

And a million thereafter each generation until further notice

This skin has to mean something after all

Liberty and Justice for all (of US)

Surely not an accident a gift

Of centuries passed in domination

Dehumanization

Exploitation

Construction of a virility untouched

Enlightened bathed in the wisdom of a continent

Which matured in the blood and faeces of the poor, the tortured

Surely not that

Because if they remembered and passed that pain on

The descendants of those poor could not become a scared, hooded, uniformed weapon after all

Could not see every Black Woman as a succubus

Every Black Man as a demon

But would see everywhere mirrors into the ravaged wastelands of our souls

And in our millions, though one by one, could grasp the irony and the cruelty in there

And wrench the evil life from them

Because we couldn’t do it again

Not after this

Never again

Could we?