A poem for Black History Month



My blackness is political

An absence of light

So eugenical

Deep rooted and emotional

It breathes fire yet can’t

Be seen.

Your whiteness is invincible

You don’t see it

Just rinse it, principal

Run twice as fast

Yet i will always lose

Cos in this game

We play by different rules.

The space between us is invisible

1 + 1 is not divisible

Cos no my friend

We are not equal

In how we move

Through this world.

The constant drip drip

Is indelible

Your thin skin

Is unaffordable

Sensitivity could be terminal

For me.

No, i don’t want the confidence

Of a mediocre white man

I earn my right to speak

By living it

I court phenomenal

I hold my own hand.

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(S)llew la Wulf
(S)llew la Wulf

Yet another artist screaming (colourfully) into the void. I like to dance. I write. I do self portraiture and i draw... I cover topics ranging from racial bias to female sexuality to capitalism to rape culture and of course, love ❤️


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