The Sun Never Rises

For the sun never rises on Sunday

The day dedicated to the Lord

As the first and eighth day of the week

Brings no more glory

Than the twenty-four hours before it

Those embracing the inferiority complex of their ancestors proclaim that they never enslaved me

Yet they exist as the reason that contemporarily my people’s skin never feels the breeze

And where excellence of a "lesser people" drives them to profit and claim on minority creativity

To ensure our voices get squashed out

Instead of reigning in prosperity

And instituting an altering system where I too can obtain equality

Equality holding hands with equity

And bask in the presence of the supposed glory of the land of the free

Built on the backs of conquered people who colonizers fed a salvation pacifier

Treat thy neighbor as thyself 

Branded into our minds

How they used to do our backs

But did some skip reading that verse in the  Bible

As well as the humanity in my eyes?

Time never fails to prove I am only your equal when you need me  to fight in your wars

But if it's the white man's burden 

It's the white man's war

I constitute as your equal solely in pipe dreams and acid trips

Because you say all lives matter

Yet prioritize those who appear fairer

The sun will not ever rise on Sunday

Nor did it rise Monday morning

Or that night

All of Tuesday I saw no light

I thought I saw hope in the stars on Wednesday

Yet it all passed me by like cars on an expressway by Thursday

And though some thank God each time Friday comes around

It did not and will not amount to anything better than the Saturday a bound

For the sun never shines on Sunday

The day dedicated to the Lord

As the first and eighth day of the week

Brings no more glory

Than the twenty-four hours before it

Written: May 25, 2021