The Revolution
The Revolution will not be televised
This you must know
It will be lived out in its truth
It will be splattered in bright red
On the streets
Not on the streets of what is said
to be the “bad” neighborhoods
But streets everywhere
The same street that 4 story homes lay next to
The pavement will be painted in sorrow, pain, adversity and liberty
The pavement will be painted with rage
It will knock down doors
And bust through windows
Shattering glass in already shattered homes
The architecture that was built
on the very backs of my slave ancestors
Those buildings will be burned
And unlike a Phoenix they will not rise from their ashes
Oh no
There will be no reconstruction
There will be no second city
And when the fire is put out
And all that remains is smoke
The only towering statues will be
Uncle Toms
Mad ugly black women
Filthy ignorant fatherless black children
And dangerous black men
And when asked why they did it
They’ll say
Columbus made me do it
Willie Lynch made me do it
The KKK made me do it
The slave trade in libya made me do it
My boss made me do it
The white man on the bus stop made me do it
The cashier at Macy’s made me do it
The system made me do it
The oppressors made me do it
They made me do it
See the Revolution will come
It will not make headlines
No it won’t be announced
Not written in large, important bold font
No red flags will be waived
As a warning
No flashing red lights will be in sight
For the warning signs have always been there
It will be spoken
told by word of mouth
It will be translated and converted
Consumed and condensed
It will be processed and reproduced
in organic mechanisms
all from the same origin
Submerged in cries for salvation
The Revolution will silently bellow
Roaringly whisper
It will March
Protest
And boycott
It will hang down on grapevines—strange fruit
Pallet of colors
That all bleed the same color
blood
And you will not be able to unplug
Turn off
Or drop out
There will be no reruns
The Revolution will be live
embedded in everyone’s lives
This you must know
The Revolution will not be televised
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