I woke up mad
So mad that I actually didn't get much rest the night before
The fire from my anger caused an inferno to my sheets where
I couldn't get a good night's sleep anymore
Inflamed from the reminder of the things that I didn't want to remember
Watching our history unfold in the movie Hidden Figures
When I saw the story of 3 black women and all they had to go through
On that Movie screen
I silently screamed
"It's not HISTORY!"
I wanted to yell this to the top of my lungs
Although, the work of these triumphant women is indeed historic
The hatred they endured is far from done
My black coffee has sat on the same table as your white milk so long
That we should finally be the same temperature.
But here it is in 2017, I am still going through the same things
That those 3 women endured
Yes, the movie had a beautiful ending
But I had to look my children in the eyes and say
That this is far from over and
I probably won't live to see the day
That it will be so.
Where my piece of American's pie will be considered part of the whole
But until then, it is rehearsed and understood
That I have to do twice as much just to be considered half as good.
Black women are the most educated group of people in this country,
so why are people so shock that I have a damn degree?
If I am the "black" friend, then I am not your friend.
When whites make me feel that way, I quickly get rid of them.
Why are you looking at me like that?
No, I am not the exception to the rule of becoming educated while black.
Check my DNA.
And you will find that there is a long
List of "colored folks" that are built the same way
So quit acting like I'm walking around with an N on my chest,
This is NOT HISTORY! When blacks are still scared
Of the people that were designed to serve and protect,
But your history books neglect
To show that they were never designed to protect blacks,
On the contrary, it was the opposite of that.
A legal extension of the Ku Klux Klan,
To reassure that the Jim Crow laws would continue to go on as planned.
And just in the city that I live,
A street named Florida divides us
South Baton Rouge looking real nice
But in North Baton Rouge? Look what they provide us
Hardly any new buildings or thriving businesses run about,
In the North side as it does in the South.
I have to drive 30 minutes if I decided to almost die
To get to a hospital that is on the Southside.
And the black family as a unit is a thing of movies and fairy tales
Is what the newspaper details
So of course me and my family are considered and oddity.
But how did this become to be?
Section 8 creates a broken home,
Where a mother and her kids have to be alone.
Kids yearning to have their daddy home
Yeah, I woke up mad this morning! Because as an educator
I have to not only teach my children how things are
But also how they should be.
Hoping I do my part to destroy history.
But it is so hard when you have the President of the United States
That only takes the time to see a black face
Is if it can done so in front of cameras and lights
But refuses to give any of those black faces the mic.
They are ashamed of the way they treat us
So they try to make the disconnect of our history bigger
And we assist in this hide and seek game
So we are also to blame, that history is NOT HISTORY, go figure
Toi the Poetic Beauty- whose real name is LaToya Jackson Sibley- was born in Alexandria, LA. She realized that she had a love for poetry at the early age of 9. Toi has written countless poems, plays, and even 3 unpublished books. She currently resides in Baton Rouge, LA with her husband of 16 years, Brent Sibley, Sr. and their 2 children, Brent Jr. and Trista, where she is an educator and also, has chartered the first Rhythm and Poetry Club at her Middle school. She hopes that her words will immortalize her and that they resonate throughout the world