Written by C Hues
April 3, 2024
April Fools
Written by C Hues
April 1, 2024
We’ll teach black history in schools Pulled your leg, April Fools We live by peace, no heat and tools America, April Fools Tensions ease, the climate cools It’s down a peg, April Fools We’ll remove all our racist rules Just kidding “bruh”, April Fools
April Fools
Victim
Written by C Hues
April 1, 2024
Trapped outer space, yet I still breathe Forced underwater, yet I found air Wrongly in solitary, yet how did I leave? Shut me in my own room, yet I’ve got room to spare. Tried to make me feel homeless in my own home But I’m free, somebody whose body you’ll never own Tried to make me a stranger in my own city But I’m no victim, take back your own pity. Thanks for no help, but I rise regardless The top of my class, that’s in spite of hardships Called me a “nigger”, but your lies are garbage Guess what? Now this nigger’s the brightest artist.
Victim
Basic
Written by C Hues
March 24, 2024
You learn to never learn From youth, it’s instilled To make our history burn If we live, you’re killed If we’re right, you’re wrong If you’re right, we’re left You never faced the music For the same song of theft Murder, rape, and hatred That is white supremacy’s ballad To blind you from your own Yet family’s so sacred It’s all black and white Right, everything’s basic.
Basic
Incomplete
Written by C Hues
March 21, 2024
Your computer dies. You were typing a haiku You didn’t fin--
Incomplete
Sight
Written by C Hues
March 20, 2024
Thank you for torturing and killing us Raping us, yet you claim you ain’t feeling us You wear that badge to protect and serve Sure, making sure good people get what they don’t deserve Yet karma’s yet to meet men in power Blame us for crime but commit it yourself You ain’t crazy? You should be committed yourself As each day gets darker, our mood more dour We were never in control, we never had freedom Yet we still won your wars, but never could lead them And if we won awards, it was just a gesture We got medals from other countries that treated us better Than our own home where we shared blood with whites The men in power spent their hours in the lowly shacks some nights And discarded their sons and daughters made bright No matter how bright—we’re always restricted by sight.