By Angela M. Waters
Lies are also something that the enemy of love tells gullible people who are eager to believe the lie. The Spirit of Racism is a poem I wrote when I saw the ugliness of what it does to good people. I have a message to my brothers and sisters who have brought into the lie and have told themselves that it is alright to hate.
The biggest concerns for many Blacks
It’s not high prices
Poor housing
Or even living in Lack
It’s not our
Poor education
Slim opportunities
Medical care
Not the rats or the roaches
Or even our pets
No,
It’s some of our
Sisters and brothers
Who believe a Lie
That the color of my skin
Determines my value
And that their thinking
Isn’t Shallow
And that they are Right
We are concerned about people
Who teach Hate
Hate is an ugly, nasty, Spirit
Filled with Ignorance, Bitterness and Fear
It exudes scents of Arrogance
Cowardness, and a strong Delusion
Its body is controlled by Pride and Blindness
Some call the syndrome
Racism, Bigotry or even
More commonly known
White Privilege
The condition starts
Sometime after birth
By some infected person
For those who can’t see
With their Spiritual Eyes
It shows up as a condition
And is so subtle
With much room to hide
Some may be able to see
Pain and weakness if you look in the eyes
The cells multiply quickly
Developing some scars
Here and there
Hardening as they grow older
Attacking the nerve system
Disabling Guilt and Shame
The eyes become cloudy
And a false sense of Right
Is what they see
It prevents them from
Staying humble
Or bending a knee
At times you may see them
Bent over
Tormented by
Pain
Shouting in Agony
As they lash out unfairly
At people who look like me
Their tongues spew Lies
Their hands Kill and Destroy
Their Feet run to Mischief As they take another Life
Their Ears are Deafened
By the Screaming and Voices
In their Head
That say that
The best one of us
Is the one
Who we call Dead
They have a false sense
Of Reality
They can’t really see
They are the ones enslaved
Enslaved to Hate
And we are the ones
Who are Free
Their frontal features
Many times, reflect
Unconscionable, utter Deceit
Their Back is weak and Thin
They don’t believe
All Blood is Red
The Phenomenon of God
Or that working on Love each day
Will cause all their pain and heartache to go away
They embrace the Hate Doctrine
They practice it everyday
Sadly, they reject
Most of the advice I have to say
Our definition of Insanity and Stupid
Have little Regard
Preventing change from taking place Because of the Trauma to the Heart
The Spirit and the Symptoms
Are all constantly taking place
And unfortunately, the outcome
Affects and effects
The entire community of the Human Race
Will they ever be cured
Will change ever take place
Only God knows the answer
But we have to still
Love our Brothers and our Sister as we wait
We still have to step
Out of our perceived comfort zone
We have to show
Genuine Love
For each other
Regardless of our Reality
Because Hate produces Hate
And we know that’s not the way
Remember we have to live with ourselves
At the end of the day
There’s not much to say to those who spew Hate
Except that I love you
Your God Given Soul
I wish that I could help you
But you have chosen to give
Hate Full Control
The best thing I can see to do
Is to Love you
And Pray for your Soul
©By Angela M. Waters Bamford, M.Div., M.A.C.E.,@godsfemaleservant@gmail.com