“You Really think I wanted him” and other poems by Melvina King

You really think I wanted him

You’ve heard the American accent slip from
my tongue and I can bet I know what you want to talk about
before you ask why I wanted Trump,
so you can bask in your
feelings of politically superiority
take a look at me don’t just focus on my
accent and use it as your entrance for your
political inquisition or bashing of me,

Take a deep look at me and ask yourself
should I ask her why she wanted Trump,
should I ignore the obvious answer or
ask?

You are probably confused as to what I’m egging at
and what I want to say since you may not
have figured out it out yet–

I am a black person,
you may be aware
of my history in America and
if you’re not, I suggest you do your own work,
educate yourself on it,  people like me have been
marginalized since before the founding of America
and to this present day.

So, I don’t think it’s wise nor intelligent to let
our first conversation be about
why I supported someone
who supports marginalizing me–

I know many people who, like me, didn’t vote for
this maniacal, KKK-endorsed, GOP-endorsed, phobia-spewing-psycho
but unfortunately, there were
a few, like very few, coon black people who are in a sunken place,
like Kanye West who voted for and support him.

But, I didn’t choose him
due to knowing that my chances of being treated like garbage by the police,
being called racial slurs, being given poor medical treatment,
looked down upon because of
my skin color, dealing with defending my west African immigrant family,
seeing/being on the receiving end of Institutional racism is going to continue
till God knows when.

So when you ask me that question
you’re wasting my time assuming that I wanted
continuity of the same battle I’ve fought since day one.

Also, do not look down on me because Trump was elected
I get looked down upon enough
Which I don’t need any more of and you’re
pretty much showing me that you’re ignorant
you’re generalizing an entire
country off of MAGA fools
MAGA meaning the “Make America Great Again”
racist, bigoted, phobia ridden deplorables
or sunken place sellouts.

Your annoying ignorant question
forces me to deal with mental trauma/frustration
that I’d rather not deal with
the trauma that occurs every time
a news story pops into my feed that’s
riddled with cases of hate crimes or actions
plus legislative changes that seek to
continually disenfranchise people
these stories leave me pissed
And even more annoyed/scared of white Americans

Because overt white supremacy is back in style and no longer in hiding
In the good ole USA and its from all different angles
whether it be from conservatives or so-called liberals.

I know you may have been misled by the funneled American news that you get
but really, my black skin wasn’t a clue that I didn’t vote for him nor support him?
Instead,
ask that question to the over 60% of white American men and 52% of white American women
             (small percentage for the women but still over 50%)
Cause, in case you didn’t know, or you forgot, White Americans still are carrying around that trunk of racism no matter how liberal or progressive they may say they are, or aren’t, checking their racist family and friends to not be continually swallowed up by racism.
Btw, 94% of black women in America tried to save y’all.

 

Belief

I no longer believe in the truths of men
they’re the over made-up friend who you
think is flawless, then see her real
face in the morning and it’s like, oh girl.
They’re the couch that you think is so
perfect then when you sit on it the spring
pops you in the butt.
They’re the table you think is so stable,
then it crashes after you stand on it to hang
some decorations.
They’re the beach umbrella that you
thought was so secure in the sand
that blows to the wind as you sunbathe.
They’re the 50 cent lemonade that
the kids assured you is so good,
but tastes tart and watery as hell.
They’re the shining star that
you realize is
actually an airplane.
They’re the $1,000 you think you won,
but is actually a promo for buying
windows.
They’re the movie that you’ve been waiting
a year for then, after watching you’re
like wtf I waited for that?
They’re the $20 cover club that you’re friend told
you was gonna be bumping,
that ends up being full of crickets.
They’re the shirt that looked so good in the ad,
then when you try it on,
You look bad in it.
They’re basically the hypes that we fall for,
That lead us to irritating annoying disappointments.

 

Spill your Mind

Open your Mind tell me what’s inside
tell me your everything
don’t worry nothing’s too obscure or weird,
let me see the dreamy, hopeful, happiest, darkest, deepest, wildest and saddest parts
tell me what you can’t tell others, you know the things that you bury deep inside
let me see your mind in its most vulnerable state,
spill all its contents into my lap so I can look at it more closely and sifter through it
so I can find aches, pains, worries, confusions, likes, dislikes, and most of all gems,
I promise I won’t move anything around or out of place
I’ll put them back where they belong,
I’ll handle with care your knowledge, emotions, thoughts, abilities, disabilities and memories
I promise I won’t mess with your mind
You can trust me,
So, let down your guard,
Let me find in your mind what makes a person like you my kind.

Muse

I want to be your muse
Your inspiration
The woman who brings out the genius in you
The woman who makes you produce provocative and envelope-pushing work
The woman who makes you crazy like Picasso and bizarre like Dali
The woman who makes you flamboyant like Fela and abstract like Basquiat
The woman who makes you bombastic like Hemingway then shy like Lautrec
The woman who makes you flirty like Yeats and calm like Coltrane
I want to be your muse the woman who lets you be unafraid to be whomever

 

You Really think I wanted him and other poems are © Melvina King

Melvina King is a poet originally from Philadelphia, PA but currently studying at the graduate level in Dublin, Ireland. Due to wanting a change in life, and a breath of fresh air she decided to move to Europe to experience living elsewhere. Writing poetry is something that she’s enjoyed since childhood. Back in Philadelphia, she frequents the open mic circuit. Poetry has allowed her to communicate her thoughts, educate others and let go of her feelings. She writes about her experiences as a black woman in this world, being from a West African immigrant family, her interactions with men/people, travelling and from how she sees the world. The themes that are explored her work include oppression, love, race, Pan-Africanism, self-esteem, sexual assault and identity.

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