Red, Alabaster & Blue Skin Crimes

by Moe Russ

Today I want to tear this alabaster skin away

From every sick and twisted crime that has been committed 

In the name of whiteness, full of ancient perverse fears 

The white that made right acting  our barbaric bitter violence 

Blue bullets piercing the body  red blood pouring down the street

Red hot blood freezing to ice in veins 

In vain, grief-stricken  sobbing elders, mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers, sons, and daughters  

Racked with pain and loss raising faces and voices to be heard above
Echos of the master’s whip scaring the backs of the insouciant slave stolen from his homeland 

Left to fend on this broken path. 

Bullets aimed directly at the  crime of breathing through a layer of skin tan, golden, ebony 

We can’t pretend we are you born into this thin alabaster facade.

Today I want to tear away these alabaster crimes 

Centuries of stolen labor, wages, dignity. 

Weep deeply and let those paltry tears salt all the open wounds. 

Stand up, lash out against these alabaster crimes 

Free us all from this enslavement three centuries of this Godforsaken past.