"The Judgement," A Poetry Post

Has the
Black man
left his
woman?

After
centuries
of
being
crowned
king
in the
face of
crippling
colonialism,
riotous
racism and
belittlement...

After
your
woman
has
crowned
you
king...

Have
you
replaced
her
with
your
overtime,
your
sports,
your
dating
app,
your
personal
raw
passions?

Have
you
labeled
her
unworthy
of
the
glory
she
bestowed
upon
you?

Have
you
traded
our
love...

the
rubbing
in
of
our
essential
oils...

the
fantastic
story
of
our
intimacy...

the
deep
in
the
earth's
crust
abiding
we
had...

for
foreplay-less
after breakfast
booty calls with
strange
women
you
met
via
text?

This
is
the
judgement.

When
you
sit
down
at
the
bar
with
your
boys
to
talk
about
how hard,
how loud,
how rough,
how burnt up
we are,
remember
where you were
when
we
found
you...

You
had
a
whole
world
then,
and
we
were
still
missing.

You
were
the
master
of
this
jungle,
and
we
were
still
missing.

You
were
rightful
co-owner
of
everything,
and
we
were
still
missing.

Now,
throw
us
off
like
a
bloody
lion's
hide
from
your
shoulders.

You
will
smack
the
ground
shortly
thereafter.

-T. D. James-Moss