When A Black Person Lives
By Daijah Patton
Artwork by Gabriel
You ever seen a black person live?
It’s like thunder and lightning decided to jump out of the sky
And jump into society’s staring eyes like firecrackers
Going off in their heads to say something, to think something, and to think
they know something
You ever seen a black a person live through discrimination like it’s nothing?
“I’m used to it!”
In those words are hurt that can’t be reversed
But listen up first,
“I’m so tired of how they see me.”
“Dance like, dress like, and wanna be me.”
There is anger when a black person lives,
“Do you belong here, son?”
“Do y’all have to be so loud and so ghetto?”
“Do you really like rap? What’s good about it?”
“Do you think police brutality against black bodies is really legit, when black
on black violence exists?”
When a black person lives,
The world finally sees what it’s like for us
It’s scary
It’s struggling
It’s cautious
It’s giving them no reason to look at you twice
It’s closing your eyes in fear at the flash of red and blue lights
When a black person lives,
A whole generation of kids live to see another day
Another sunrise grace the horizon,
Another walk through the neighborhood
Another mother’s kiss on the forehead
Another smile
Another home cooked meal
Another bright colored sunset
Another inability to forget while trying to get some rest
That everyday isn’t promised for the black person to live
“Move with pride, but not too much, Respectfully keep your chin
up, but keep your head down and such.”
When a black person lives,
You will find a white person ready to argue very close behind
Unafraid to spit their pity, undermine your mind
But can’t mind, their own business
Can’t stop overcompensating their own biases
We riot for our lives that have never stopped living on the slackline
When a black person lives,
Look at them
See what they have overcome in a society that only serves one
Give them a smile
You’d make make their day instead of clutching your Coach tightly, or quick glancing away
See them as people
They are not just a color, they are humans who live, who breathe
And piece together so many portions of this damn society
When a black person lives,
Listen to the vernacular that rolls off their tongue
Listen to the ground when their foot walks instead of runs
Remember that they are the quickest to die and the easiest to forget
The most intimidated, and the most in jeopardy to a threat
When a black person lives,
Praise them!
Their presence is the equivalent of the first spring day
A slow inhale
Growing in every way
But, nothing gold, nothing sweet, nothing that has all odds against it,
Can stay.
About the Author
Daijah Patton is a junior English/Creative Writing major with a minor in Secondary Education here at Arcadia. She writes her poetry as an outlet to what she's feeling, but also to what she's seeing, and loves to share it with others or perform slam poetry. She spends a lot of her other spare time indulging in cooking/baking, reading fiction and poetry, and trying to tell people what music they should listen to.