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A Ghost Amongst the Soulless

A Surreal Poem

By Monsoor AliPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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"Relic" - Digital Collage By M. Ali

He walks slowly down gentrified streets

In shoes a half a size too small

Watching ghosts shuck, jive, and slap five

Remembering a time when it was cool to be black

Now all the faces are blank

Emotionless, scared, and soulless

In his hand me down threads

Outdated and faded

He is now the ghost

Invisible

Haunting the new tenants of conquered land

Once rich in love and spirit

Full of culture and playing children.

Once occupied by the native

Black, brown, and proud

Now colonized by clones

Hipsters, millennials, and squares

With artificially manufactured swag

Cultural appropriations they call it

White girls with Bantu knots

Injected lips and asses

White boys rockin Flavor Flav T’s

Baggy jeans and Timbs and shit like that

Like it's a new thang

And that old black ghost

Walking down gentrified streets

Remembers the days of glory

When it was cool to be black

Now invisible

Forgotten

Robbed and erased

Swagger Jacked and replaced

By soulless clones with no culture

A ghost amongst the walking dead

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About the Creator

Monsoor Ali

I am an artist, writer, teacher, producer, activist, and student of life...Based in Washington DC.

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