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M A Shaheed
March 2021

Fulfillment

Being full of rage and insecure,
trying to find some else he can
injure. Delusions have left his life
in shambles.

His unseen friends told him he
was Rambo. It’s either suicide or
murder that sets him free, that’s
what separates him from you or me.

Rationalized disguises cloaked by
winks and nods. High court’s ruling
telling him he’s god. Are these human
beings we seeing? No.

I could be wrong, but I don’t think so.
Intentionally placed throughout every
walk of life. Their only reason for living
is to cause me strife.

Without that job there is no meaning to
their twisted being. Their uncles and brothers
gave them the rights to fester. The perennial
court jester.

The only reason he is allowed to remain
around, is so he can keep me pinned down.
He stands in front of his 1000 square foot
pad 1 foot of grass left by his dad.

Happy as hell and glad to he’s mad. He fell in
love with frogs, dogs and LA law. Gave his best
wishes to his neighbor who went on a mission
to create sedition to the place that always gave
them a pass.

The continuation of the bait and switch, being
outraged on stage as the perpetrators constantly
give them the slip. The band plays on! Excuse me
while I heave, before I leave you co-conspirators,
in your LAH LAH Land.

Now, You see What I Mean?

I tried to tell you your neighbor was a
Nazi sympathizer. The other neighbor
down the block joined with the white
supremist cop.

Your milkman and the green grocery
would report you for your choice of
guests, you have coming in and out
your house.

The owner of your favorite restaurant told
his leader, you shook hands with some colored
guy in the parking lot, that he’s never seen
around there before.

The manager at your voting place saw who you
voted for, after which, he wouldn’t speak to you
anymore.

A lawyer friend you thought was ok, said he
was upset when you defended a negro for little
or no pay, he said, the negroes were guilty all
the time anyway.

The judge, the jury and the Klan have demands,
That it should be only them who have this land.

You couldn’t believe the reservation wasn’t a place
for a vacation, and the fort next to it wasn’t the police
station.

No, the Indians didn’t just die. Your goons and you
committed genocide. Breaking a law that belongs
to you, ain’t something new for you to do.

Your in-laws are the outlaws breaking all of nature’s
laws. Those are the ones that’s going to finally get you.

You Did It

You have winked and nodded your way
into an insurrection. Looking at a mirror
that cast no reflections, it only shows
you as victims of your own imaginations.

You are surrounded by a multitude of
psychic and mental disorders. You
destroyed assets and turned them
into liabilities, while dropping bombs
along the way.

You gave sway to your mammy goose
and let loose a killing spree. Cutting deals
to let your killers, go free. Using the news,
to deflect the wreck caused by you on me.

Now you ain’t free to obey your laws the
that were established to hinder me. The
beast you created has broken containment.
I wonder if you find any of that funny?

Your uncles and cousins sent the minions in,
as they, themselves waited in the wings.
Where is the land of the free? Oh, that’s the
land you got free, after taking it from the
Indians and me.

Now, you can’t be sure that the police you
have developed are there to just get me.
There are words you should not use, they are
put in place only to excuse what you do.

Your courts of law are like coleslaw, they go
best with French fried potatoes. When something
breaks sometimes it must be broken again, in order
to set things straight. Unless it works better when
broken.

You can’t fix it any damn way.

Appreciation

I liked the bouquet of flowers you
sent. The fragrances filled the room.
I should have been the groom.

That’s okay. Anyway, you’ll be happy
ever after. We met a long time ago on
a lark.

I was speaking in the park about nationhood.
You had just days earlier, discarded your wig.
and your straightening comb got lost.

You stood out in the crowd.
I knew then I had to have you.
Guys in my crew saw you too.

They stepped back, when they looked in
my eyes. They saw me and you made two.
I gave what was due to the sisters dressed
like you and whose hair, was outstanding.

We were physically attracted at first, until we
found out we had more than that in common.
I wrote and you played. There were sounds
we made that were never heard before by
either you or me.

It brought us closer together and deeper.
Time seemed to fly by so quick and we were
moving close to thirty. When I think back now,
you must have asked me how much longer was
I going to wait? I must not have heard you!

By the time I finished my book, I started to
look. You were gone, and I couldn’t find you.
Then yesterday, I received this bouquet.
I guess it was that other somebody else that
found you.

A Place That Hate Ate

There are expectations by some, that America will pay black people reparations for what
they did to them in a documented history of slavery in the USA. That would be saying
that the mistreatment and murder of blacks has come to an end. That the government
has done all that is/ was necessary to ensure that the inhumane treatment has come to
an end. The question is, how could anyone arrive at a figure when you are trying to
address something that has not stopped. It is no different in saying that in order to
travel at a certain speed and cover long distances in a short period of time in space is to
bend it in half. Where is the middle, when it continues to expand?

Additionally, how could they explain that it to make sense to the white groups that have
done their bidding for centuries? The promise has been, they would never allow blacks
to be higher in the society than whites, no matter how dumb, illiterate or insane they
are or get to be. How would they compensate them for helping to maintain the status
quo of racism and white supremacy? Where is their money going to from? They have
gone above and beyond board to do what was asked of them.

You can see presently the state of affairs with this administration in the white house.
Those people feel betrayed by the former managers of the status quo. They want to be
rewarded for their past performance. It is already at a fever pitch as we speak. To even
suggest giving black people anything without giving the loyal racists, more would surely
be a catastrophe.

Hate is one of the more important management tools used to maintain order, it’s a kind
of glue used to hold a racist nation together. They, the powers that be, know if they
gave black people money or anything that would be considered equal or more, it would
revert back to them in a matter of weeks. Every thing they would spend it on, would
have little to impact to a community that is as divided as black folks. They don’t have a
community or leadership or factories that produce anything, so the money would go
back to the coffers to the white business right away. In fact, they would be further in
debt than before. The things they purchased would be repossessed and confiscated.
The question is how could they justify it to 100 million + racists? So, they just sit and
watch the people run their mouths in anger, calmness or rant and rave, whatever mode
they choose to express themselves.

At the end of the day they have the guardians of their freedom, the police. That has
always been the first and last resort.They have been empowered by the supreme court
to do whatever they need to do in order to show the people, might makes right. I find it
amazing that black people are still expecting these people to respond to them any
differently than they have ever responded. If the god that they made up for themselves,
were to come down from where they have him at, and said he would forgive them for
every crime that they ever committed, if they would stop now. They would tell him to
go on back to where he came from, because, not only can they not stop, but he can’t
stop them.

As an African American in this nation you have absolutely no rights, at all. It’s always
been you or them and the nation was set up for them. They have made up lies to make
themselves feel superior to black people. It has been done through all available outlets.
These people can’t afford to have remorse, a conscience that kind of emotion
undermines the very fabric of the nation. Those feelings are foreign. This place was not
set up on those principles.

There are so many facets to racism, it can be written about and discussed over and over
again and never touch on the same points. The catalyst is hatred, the rest falls into place
automatically. Racism has its rules, immigrants must follow those rules or suffer the
consequences for challenging the way of life in America. There are organizations that
have been funded and designated to be the conduits for all immigrants entering the US.
Their job is incorporate these people into the ways of the cultural life of the country.
The do’s and don’ts of the society.

The success of the nation didn’t come from being like that, the benefits have come from
being the very opposite. I have good friend who is a writer and an attorney. He thinks
that somehow, if you just tweak the system a little, things will be better for all involved.
My assertions are as follows, it won’t happen because, it can’t happen, because of a
people who lack courage on every level of human dignity to stand up to the forces of
evil. You can call that evil by whatever name you choose. It is at the very core of our
society, run by those who have been chosen or if will, elected to what the foundations
of the country was established for. If anyone stands it the way of that they will be
eliminated in some way.

They are arranged in ranks to deal with any attempts foreign or domestic to change
anything that doesn’t fit the bill. It’s a shell game, sleight of hand. Why would some
create more competition for themselves and their grandchildren, when they gone
through so much effort to get rid of it. They have encouraged the maligning and
slaughter of thousand upon thousands of black men, women and children to that
desired end.

They have done everything possible to make sure blacks couldn’t compete then and
now. They have established middle management on every part of the nation to ward off
the ambitions of black folks, to arrest ,fine and disable them. The potential the nation
has had available to be self-sufficient has been dulled by a voracious appetite for racism
and un justified hatred.

The people who could be trained to be doctors, engineers, scientist within our own
country are not encouraged by the deranged among the racist elements in high places.
To effect they import those professional from other parts of the world. What has made
itself manifest during this plague is the shortages created by such behavior. It could
have been avoided.

Cutting off one’s nose to spite one’s face is surely a sign of an ignorant beast. It will be
the continued mismanagement of these very assets through the mental illness of racism
that will be the undoing of this nation, any nation. An old friend told me a long time ago,
”The only way a person can know your pain is to feel it themselves.”
Any one that would pray for the continuation of their pain is sicker than those who
inflict it. It matters not what party occupies the seats of power, blacks will continue to
be the life of the parties. No matter what they promise. That should be obvious by now.

Proet M A Shaheed began writing in the seventh grade and continued after high school. First published in White Motors newspaper under the name of Clyde Shy. The column was called “The Poets Corner,” that he’d helped to establish. In 1963/64 living in Stockholm, Sweden, he wrote stories for a photographer whose pictures were sold to newspapers & magazines. M A Shaheed became a professional musician, playing bass violin and played with major Avant Garde musicians. Continued to write, but it wasn’t on the front burner. In 1966 joined poetry workshop called the Muntu Poets, headed by Russell Atkins, noted Avant Garde poet and composer along with well- known poet and playwrite Norman Jordan located in Cleveland, Ohio. At the end of that year “68”, began to work on his spiritual development. M A Shaheed stopped writing for 3 decades, but driven back to his pen by a clearer understanding of the real reality. Has since published 44 books, been in numerous anthologies. Working with a new publisher, with 3 more books on the way. The genre includes novellas, poetry, short stories, Flash Fiction. “My goal is to keep writing until I stop, until I can no longer hear.”



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