Words of poetry shine bright to form,
a light on this troubling world.
make it beautiful and display your dignity and pride,
for we are judged by the outside.
Hot rather mild
A black man is only acknowledged by his criminal file.
Sing with confidence for our race,
will i be murdered by the colour of my face?
Sealed lips and frightened eyes,
gun shots were their misfortune in disguise.
for our nation shall be prosperous
Blood shed and devastating mothers,
will the next victim be my brother.
Insults should not be words
Doubts should not be thoughts
Why is violence perceived as our fault?
would have protected you and me
and would allow us to breathe free.
Lost lives cant be directed back
but is persecution really equal to black?
Mommy would have been proud of me,
if she lived to see
me fighting for social justice through poetry.