I’m Back Watching the NFL

I wrote this on Facebook back in January. And, this is my first season coming back to the NFL. I’m happy to be back.

“I stopped watching the NFL back in 2017 when no team would sign Kaepernick after he opted out of his contract, due to his, now famous, peaceful kneeling protest.

Don’t let haters fool you. He was still good enough to play in the NFL when no one would pick him up. The blatant racism was outrageous to me. I couldn’t even watch a game, not even Super Bowls. The mere thought made me sick.

At this point, a lot has transpired since then. Mainly, Kaepernick got a $40 million endorsement deal with Nike. And, he sued the NFL and won a settlement for an undisclosed amount. The fact is nobody, even an NFL star, can work for an organization they once sued. So, it’s safe to say Kaepernick will never play in the NFL again, which leaves me with a dilemma…

I said I would never watch an NFL game again until Kaepernick was signed to a team. Since that’s not likely to happen, should I abstain? But, it seems as if Kaepernick is thriving as a philanthropist and activist. Plus, the NFL came out in support of Black Lives Matter like a lot organizations and companies did after the George Floyd tragedy.

I don’t know y’all. I think I’m about to start watching the NFL again…”

King’s Lair

Savagery surrounded me.
In a den of fierce lions, I was home.
Not alone, He was with me.

Snarling teeth, sharp claws, roars.
I was the toast and the main course.
They hated me for my righteousness.

Some named me demon.
But everyone felt me
some type of way.

I could not fight or flee.
That choice was taken from me
so God carried me away.

He delivered me from the snares
of torturous death to salvation,
all because I lived as a child of God
and the blame was not mine to carry.

Painting by Sir Peter Paul Rubens
Daniel in the Lions’ Den
Flemish 1577-1640

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Nostalgia

Born with a rebel yell
I emerged upon the scene
Silence quelled the spirits

He was a special child
Reflecting on times of yore
My innocence was taken for granted
My unbridled passion moved me

to the forest
to the field
to the sea

I smelled like outside
When I discovered full showers
I discovered women

Watching movies
And drinking OJ
were the only aphrodisiacs I needed

I discover women still
With every page I turn
I see myself

Now I worry about money and bills
I miss the thrill of a long night out
that never became tomorrow

At tomorrow’s end
I long for the days of
yesterday’s presence
and the perfection of today’s existence
but am filled with sorrow

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Driving in My Car With Girls

Jump in the car and let’s float.
My vessel was a ferry boat
to sin sensation.

With you riding shotgun,
the sun was around at night.
It reflected off the moon
as it glowed on us.

The kaleidoscope in my mind
of these women riding around with me
is ghostly.
Now that these seats are empty,
I solemnly reflect on times past,
bad chicks twerking in the backseat
with no gas.

I was a king amongst men, searching
for the perfect woman,
searching for the one to be
my ride or die.

Lollygagging and galavanting
are pure joy in the summer.
Sweat dripping from our bodies
as we ride with the windows down,
playing our favorite song.

I was told not to love too easy,
but failed almost every time.
At least while riding shotgun,
they were mine.

By Thomas Agbonyitor

AMERIKKKA

AMERICA IS A RACIST COUNTRY. If you need proof, look no further than the George Floyd incident and the world’s subsequent reaction. If you need further proof look at the election of Donald Trump as President. If you need even more evidence, look at the January 6th Capitol riots and how barely any shots were fired at the rioters. Since George Floyd, there have been more police shootings against unarmed Black men. George Zimmerman is still walking free. And hundreds of thousands of Black men are in jail/prisons for nonviolent crimes.

I’ve been maced and handcuffed unjustly by the police. I’ve witnessed Black men get passed over for a promotion at work by a White man for a White man. I’m making minimum wage and I’m barely paying my bills every check. Sometimes I go to sleep at night with nightmares about how I’m going to make it. As Black men, we wake up everyday feeling like the system is against us. Then, we go throughout the day dodging land mines and trying not to get the police called on us for being ourselves. AMERICA IS A RACIST COUNTRY.

We Were Animals

Born of blood and pain
Savagery was the game

Pack animals
Wolves on the hunt

Huddled in tribes
Dancing to our native rhythms

We hungered for more
Searching for God in nature
But our nature was godliness

We planted
We cultivated
We built
We dressed up in fine cloths
We made machines more powerful than us
We became slaves to the money we made
All the while yearning
For a return to the watering hole

To a spear
To flesh
To blood

A rebel yell from the soul
A primitive scream
Murder, death, kill
A nightmare made real

Since the beginning of time
We’ve raped and pillaged
The Spartans threw weak babies off cliffs
Men do not know the definition of peace

We made love to our women
With unbridled passion
The fire that burns for them
Is unquenchable
Our aggression in bed
Is evidence of God’s true savagery

Therein lies the secret
God is holy
But he also made the devil
Everything comes from Him
Including the savagery of it all
We were made in His image
So to be savage is to be God

By Thomas Agbonyitor

Red sea

Lost in a world of nothingness
Delusions trap my mind

Drowning in a sea of internal tears
I can’t swim to the surface

I choke on my own saltwater
I spit up blood

It envelopes me like a flame
Now I’m swimming in a red ocean of blues

The blood, thick with poison
Serenades me
It cradles me to sleep

I dream of a dew dripped,
sun kissed meadow, hereafter

But wake up drowning.

By Thomas Agbonyitor

A Reflection

There is no power in Blackness
There is only power in you and me

Blackness is not real
White men made it to keep us in chains
Igbo, Yoruba, Ewe
Our tribes are our identities
The Atlantic Ocean washed us into one blood

So now here we are
Joined in color
A shared history
of overcoming adversity

MLK
Malcolm X
Harriet Tubman
The list goes on
of individuals putting us on

Imagine one million MLKs
marching on the mall
Or one million Harriet Tubmans
freeing themselves

Nowadays with Google and hard work
you can free yourself
So, why aren’t we free?