Poems of Society 2016

Wed, 05/24/2017 - 12:16 -- catia.w

To be or not to be
so if I didn’t want to be black
could I change my ethnicity
Because now and days cops can’t tell
A pack of .99 cent skittles
From a .9mm pistol and forget miranda she was never there
They shot you when you took your hands from your pants
Or reached for license and registration
You were likely a corpse before reaching the hospital as a patient
How was they to know there wrongs when rights were never read till the lives of african americans were taken now are women were targets too
I wouldn’t be surprised if a black male felt restricted from his destination
we never know when a cop will take a life out of exaggeration
a peaceful protest turned violent when the murderers were put on vacation
Are ignorance was shown in the streets of Baltimore where our brothers and sisters retaliated
They responded with retaliation.
They weren’t gods and we seen, they weren’t hero’s to me
Bad enough we still got black on black crimes
yall wanna kill any color that moves in these streets
they bled too we never wanted you’s dead we only asked for a truce
Stop taking innocent lives, the blame is on you
We only wanted justice and peace words you vowed to keep
But like the american marriage your vows were cheap.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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