Blacker the berry

The Blacker the Berry

The sweeter the juice 

Blacker then young faces on obituaries 

divided by light skin 

fighting. 

the blackest berry to the Bluest eye. I'm sure Toni Morrison would cry. 

as dreams deferred into 

no Justice no peace

they are just raisins to the sun

crisp to the tongue 

to the point were they are blacker than the blackest berries

the babies

seedlings ready to grow roots 

yet traces of shade pall

in comparison to the blackness 

Blacker than my ancestors shadow

from the gallows and the coast.

 

even the Irish boats

to islands and  

the darkest pits.

caves wit slaves

as they were baptized 

bring Christ to life 

I've seen images and I still hold true

the Blacker the berry

see, if Jesus was a revolutionary 

Ashata and Garvey were revolutionaries 

and I am a revolutionary 

then of course the Blacker the berry. 

but the juice sometimes isn't so sweet. 

blood on the leaves

as we consume strange fruit

the blacker the berry

The blacker the berry the sweet the juice

The darker the skin the richer the root

Sheldon Alexander

Inspired by Kendrick Lamar's The Blacker the Berry