Perspective

Wed, 08/31/2016 - 22:59 -- ejdj17

Black men and women lie littered on the streets

Leaving their children with no rules to adhere to

Somewhere an officer mercilessly murders a black male who didn't dare move

This is the reality that many black men and women have to persevere through

Living in ghettos; gangs, guns, and drugs make it hard to improve

Stuck in a state of stagnance that Uncle Sam assigned us to

We were pitted against each other in ghettos to strip us of our might

Too many blacks trapped in the dark

Never again to see the light

So tell me, what do I look like complaining about my strife

When so many of my people lose their lives just trying to earn stripes

I'm just a young suburban kid

But trust me, I'll go toe to toe

I refuse to ignore years of persecution at the hands of Jim Crow

So every morning I find myself invigorated and ready

We're united by a common threat, the black mans burden is heavy

I strive for excellence every day and every night

And I await each morning to continue and fight for our rights.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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