A Divine Comedy

Mike Brown

Good afternoon wild ones!

A lot of the pieces that I have posted on here were made during a time of civil unrest in the United States. For a period, it felt like a daily thing to hear about black men being killed by cops without proper cause. There were constant riots and protests which made little difference in the frequency of the killings or the final judgments. My most settled belief in life is that were all created equally, this includes: the homeless, the children, the elderly, the rich, and every race under the sun. The idea that my life has been appraised to have less value because of my skin is awe-striking in the worst way. I have noticed that racism is so ingrained within the backbone of our society that we cannot extract it, cannot determine the two once separate entities involved. This piece today was my take on the Divine Comedy. Michael Brown was an unarmed 18 year old black teenager who was shot and killed by a white cop while potentially having his hands raised in surrender. After Mike Brown’s killer was released in spite of the evidence against him, Louis Head, his step-father, in anger said ‘Let’s burn this bitch down’. The police then attempted to charge him with inciting a riot, after releasing his son’s killer in a time that was already filled with civil unrest. In that moment of callous indifference, I truly knew that there was a special place in hell for the American government if it continued in this manner. That is primarily what this piece is about while also containing some references to other recent police killings. This is not to say that I do not love my country, but rather to identify a huge flaw in our system.  


“Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost.”-Dante Alighieri


Forestry is defined as my forefathers hanging on trees,

Leaves blossom,

Extending outstretched arms,

Concealing the most beautiful of faces.

Bark growing thicker and darker to camouflage brown bodies.

Trees willing to form tears within its’ skin in order to act as a temporary burial place for these bits of anointed dust.

Nature at once learned to pay its respects.

When will humanity learn the same?

Learn that 4 hours and 30 minutes is way too long for celestial bits to lie on pavement.

Heaven laying on the frozen streets of hell.

Black bodies acting as lights of darkness,

The darkest paths to the brightest heavens.


“The devil is not as black as he is painted”- Dante Alighieri


It’s funny how white hoods can carry greater demons than charcoal marred skin has ever entailed.

& how black boys buying dollar drinks and sweet snacks can carry greater burdens than white men carrying guns…and hatred…the devil’s cocktail.

They sip their way to hell.

Falling far passed limbo, lust, gluttony, greed, anger, heresy, but settling in violence.

7 circles of hell conquered.


“O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?”-Dante Alighieri


A greater evil still dost yet exist, after all, only 7 circles of hell have been conquered, right?


“O American government, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?” – Louis Head, Mike Brown’s stepfather


“The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.” -Dante Alighieri


Childhood bliss can shine through bullet beaten little boys.

His bloody smile still beams.

Turning charred clothing into a fashion statement.

The extra gleam of God sewn into our copper constructed skin has taught us cadence of both pleasure and pain.


“The more a thing is perfect, the more if feels pleasure and pain.” -Dante Alighieri


This is why the American government is so numb to our protests.

They feel nothing. Neither pleasure nor pain.

Riddled in imperfection.

They seep pass places in hell reserved for white men wielding guns.

Falling to deeper pits of Sheol then any have ever seen.


“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”- Dante Alighieri


9 Circles of hell finally conquered.

Floating passed Judas and Brutus.

Uncle Sam has chosen to alight himself in a place not even Dante’ is familiar with.

There is a special place in hell for the American government.

Silent in the times of our greatest moral crises.


“O American government, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?” – Louis Head, Mike Brown’s stepfather


They watch our black boys die with no bruises on their bodies, just bullet holes where brains once abode.

A mind in a terrible thing to waste,

Yet they stand back and watch it splatter on pavement painting murals of the persecution of princes.

Perfection sure does look a lot like mangled bodies.

They attempt to disable tongues with the spirit of Malcolm,

Claiming that we are inciting riots.

While they are hiding murderers in plain sight.

So I will spit until my tongue bleeds.

Until you taste my ancestors on this stage.

Labor until I birth Harriet

I’ll pave railroads with my tongue,

But I refuse to stay underground.

We’ve spent so long underground that our skin has learned to camouflage in the soil,

That our hair has learned to grow the thickest roots,

So that when storms come along,

We are never disturbed.


Oh say can you see

By the slave master’s hand.

What so proudly we hailed, has so quickly betrayed us.

And the white cop’s red glare, the shots bursting in air,

Gave proof through our lives Uncle Sam does not care.

Oh say does that blood splattered banner yet wave.

O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

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A young visionary. In spite of talents and passions in a plethora of areas, I have a singular mission in life. Helping people whether be physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually, is the totality of my life's mission. Nothing more. My purpose, however is to fulfill this mission primarily through medicine. But I do not want to stop at medicine. I want to use my words in all areas of my life to help people. My blog at www.wildextremities.com is one of the main ways for me to accomplish this goal. On this blog I help people to daily find beauty in the wild extremities of their souls where sun rarely shines, yet beauty blossoms full.

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