Not for Sale is a declaration of internal liberation—disallowing any societal branding and ownership of the human will and true, innermost self. It’s a devoted discontinuation of internal worth being determined by oppressive cultural views. The “I Am” that “I Am” cannot be sold. The non-physical part of self.
In a world where there is blatant, legalized discrimination, a system of supreme injustices and sinister societal slights, and an unwarranted administering of death sentences by law enforcement, while it has become normative, there’s nothing normal about unquestioned cruelty.
Poem Below From My Book, “Memoir of A Ghost”:
African American Antagonists
Spoken from a forked tongue
perched behind pursed lips of privilege:
I hope you fare well on welfare,
mental medication, mediocrity, and Medicare. My hooded silhouette a scare
breathing borrowed air,
bullet burrowed into his back.
Loaded with skin-earned animosity
Borrowed another life you can’t give back. Whiplash from how quickly a blind eye is turned. Another black fades to black.
Well, we the people think that’s fair.
Skin that’s fair,
blue-eyed stare.
You create your own reality.
Therefore, you antagonize this brutality
instead of cashing government checks.
Could’ve took the noose from around your neck
and jumped rope, lassoed hope, got back on the boat.
We didn’t deal your demographic dope.
Stay afloat on a landfill surrounded by slippery slopes.
Strange fruits of our labor— Estranged roots cannot anchor, homeless on our homeland. We didn’t promise you land, you’re but 3/5ths of a man, deemed a dividend
on demand at the command of the man.
I forgive. I love.