Social Anger of the Black Poetic Mind

Social Anger of the Black Poetic Mind

A Poem by Eddie Phillips




I feel we should all be tired of losing our children to these evil streets.
We should all be sick of the heartache that makes mothers scream and fathers weep?
To be honest, the poet in me is tired.  I wake nightly out of my sleep.
My creative mind is troubled and seeking to find some peace.

In the past, I have written about the general dismissiveness
As our politicians continue to make mistakes.
I have scribed the genocidal epitaph of the victims of murderous hate.
I tried to bring elucidation about the lives and family we have lost.
It is hard to add up the price of what each lost life has cost.

Lately, I find myself writing the thoughts of a father's fearful mind.
You see I cannot hide the dread.  It will not be held down deep inside.
I think about my children growing up in the land of the bigoted gun. 
A nation where cops kill black families by murdering their only sons.
I pity my children's  existence in a world eviscerated by sociological decay.
I pray that they stay strong as the world attempts to steal their dreams away.

I am haunted by my thoughts as citizens continue to kill, rape, and sin.
Ashamed I pause to consider, "Do these fears haunt the hearts and minds of white men?
Do they sit up with fear and worry inside the pitiless night?
Do they wonder if society will rob their children of a decent life?
To me, it seems their privilege means more than the life of our black youth.
Whites continue to bellyache and complain whenever light shines on the truth.
Blacks die a million deaths as bigots gleefully live a million lies.
They revel in Alt-Right Supremacy while our children continue to die.

As a black man, I fear the loss of all we have fought so hard to gain.
I can't help but reflect on slaves that gave up everything
So their families wouldn't be slain.
They worked hard in the faith despite being murdered and defiled.
They worked under butchers that would willfully kill their child.
Bigots saw blacks as beasts, and this justified their deadly sins.
Blacks were cold-blooded animals that masqueraded as decent men.
The sins of hateful white privileged leave a mark on our American lives.
Today we still see the fruits of their evil play out in front of our eyes.

Our American youth are infected and kill for petty slights and jeers.
Murder is the answer to every objection, hurt, and irrational fear.
Tears mean nothing; as personal pride and selfishness reign supreme.
The result is that no culture fully lives the American Dream.

I wish there were love in this pseudo-land of equality and glory.
However, the poet inside me cannot make up that wondrous story.
No, inside I am just as angry and infected by our communal hate.
Even the innocent are affected by the anger of watching men take.
I am tired of the lies that deliberately give an ignorant altered truth.
Lies pervert our understanding and trigger ignorance in our youth.

I wish we could rekindle the ideals declared in the American Dream.
I wish we could let go of our hatred with one primordial scream.
I wish a scream could free up our minds and free our troubled souls.
Then we could all come together to make this country safe & whole.

The poet's mind tells me these are old wishes of a scared father and black man!
My people have waited for the same promise since America began.
I feel the poet inside is losing the belief in America's dream.
My mind is angry and frustrated by all the evidence it has seen.
Langston Hughes once asked, What happens to a dream deferred?"
Today we ask another question, "What happens when the dream never occurs?"
The answer lies in our future.  I don't know how long we will last.
I just know that if we cannot find brotherhood,
We will revert to the destruction of our brutal past.

© 2017 Eddie K. Phillips


© 2017 Eddie Phillips



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Poignant, powerful and important poem. Life and death issues from a black poet's perspective, penned eloquently, honestly, emotionally, wearily. Weary of the ignorance and rhetoric that change nothing.Fearful of the future for the children and the country. Great flow, rhythm and rhyme. These words need to be heard ""What happens when the dream never occurs?"...I hope we never have to find out. Thank you for this poem.


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Eddie Phillips

5 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and connecting with the frustration of my message. Writers are supposed to re.. read more



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This is so powerful a cry in the wilderness. A sad reminder of the futility of speaking truth to power, when power itself symbolizes injustice and hypocrisy at home and abroad. A power that denies the provisions of its social contract in their entirety to Others. "It comes as a great shock around the age of 5, 6, or 7 to discover that the flag to which you have pledged allegiance, along with everybody else, has not pledged allegiance to you" --- James Baldwin. My brief poem, "The Color of Justice" has some parallels, but nowhere near as eloquent, I must admit. But we are on the same page, if you find the time to read it. Yours is a very moving poem, Eddie.

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Langston Hughes once asked, What happens to a dream deferred?"
Today we ask another question, "What happens when the dream never occurs?"

-This line was so deep and hit home for me. Love this poem

Posted 5 Months Ago


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Eddie Phillips

5 Months Ago

We are living in a time of turmoil and dreams that inspire seem to reach men and women less. Thank .. read more
Poignant, powerful and important poem. Life and death issues from a black poet's perspective, penned eloquently, honestly, emotionally, wearily. Weary of the ignorance and rhetoric that change nothing.Fearful of the future for the children and the country. Great flow, rhythm and rhyme. These words need to be heard ""What happens when the dream never occurs?"...I hope we never have to find out. Thank you for this poem.


Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eddie Phillips

5 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and connecting with the frustration of my message. Writers are supposed to re.. read more

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Eddie Phillips

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