Paradise
By Lee “Narrator” Jones
Paradise | By Lee “Narrator” Jones
When a black man raises his head towards the sky. Hands towards the clouds both open palms. It’s difficult to determine if he’s talking to God or an officer of the law showing them he’s unarmed. Both coincide blacks using arms to pray them using arms to pray when blacks are getting prayed on. It’s clear they’re not concerned with negro preservation, well there’s only one exception when ones getting embalmed. I’ve heard a picture paints 1000 words yet they use the same few When referring to brothers. It’s disturbing how they go from live art to still life it’s obvious that black and brown are not primary colors.so they add red and blue to accentuate the canvas. Something about crimson dripping that enhances the piece and blue rags add texture to
appearance. It’s apparent black men are camera men not portraits. Never in the picture when it comes to being parents. How ironic this misconception called being framed. Artist never paint minorities doctors teachers. Only brush stroke criminals assumed concealing pistols. Rarely celebrate blacks here in the physical. Only honor them with murals T-shirts and vigils. These streets are dangerous war zones here home feels just like Afghanistan, Iran. A brown man has no option but be soldier, cuz civilians have a choice but if your born with melanin you are already villain, no need for enlisting you we’re drafted at birth but be warned there no medals of honor for killing and if your wounded or worse there’s no Purple Heart, no war memorials only spray painted names tattooed on a building. Felix deserved better, Eric deserved better they all do actually.When a black man raises his head towards the sky hands towards the clouds he may commit blasphemy. Asking God why he’s been forsaken. Never gave evolution credit for creation. Now staring down the barrel. seeing a bright light. Hearing a Big Bang causing his expiration. Is literally breath taking his back has always been against a wall. The exception when he’s facing one being patted down. The Afro American perspective usually dark. Cuz art imitates life, there’s no bulletproof smock. So His Hue is still Huey, paint no pretty rainbows less you count coalition, Richmonds full of Basciat’s. When a male of color life flashes his final thoughts. Is why God the Creator of this whole masterpiece didn’t see fit to paint him birthright entitled white not bad luck black just maybe he would’ve had a more privileged life and wouldn’t have to riot and pillage or picket for his rights. When a black raises his head towards the sky, hands towards the clouds both open palms. He simultaneously talking God and the officer of the law. Asking The father to forgive him for his wrongs. Telling the cop he’s violating his rights. Knowing he’ll never make it to a judge but he’s about to be judged. He braces himself and prepares to see paradise.
