SPOKEN WORD: Black Death

by Quan The Poet

I can no longer process Black Death An equation my mind can’t solve Born a blessing but lived cursed Been Black all my life

An equation my mind can’t solve How can you be afraid when my back is to you? Been Black all my life Always tiptoeing with a prayer to make it home

You think I’m a threat when my back is to you? The colorless don’t think, they believe they are pure They tiptoe with their privilege teaching their children Black skin is the scariest thing since the boogieman

The colorless don’t think, they believe they are pure Being Black should come with a warning label Black skin is the scariest thing since the boogieman White man aims, shoots, and kills

Being Black should come with a warning label Born a blessing but live a cursed life White man aims, shoots, and kills I can no longer process Black Death

Quan The Poet (he/him) is a black Queer poet/spoken word artist from Los Angeles, CA. After the death of his only brother in 2018, he realized how short life was and decided to share the poems he’s kept to himself. Quan uses poetry to tell his stories about depression, addiction, social issues, and more; Seen at open mics and slams around the city of Los Angeles. In 2019, he released his poetry book “The Struggle”; His goal is to bring hope and inspiration to all queer youth to live out loud, share their story, and know they are survivors too. Want more from Quan? Follow him on social media and pick up your copy of his Poetry Book “The Struggle”