Weeping Willow

Fri, 07/08/2016 - 14:51 -- CLF

As I lay my head by the weeping willow tree

I think:


I am more than just a statistic

I’m intelligent, quick-witted

Reform is the antecedent

To achieve the peace that’s needed.


And if you don’t know what I’m saying, look it up

Instead of running these streets amuck

Testing your luck

Putting your life in the hands of someone who doesn’t give a fuck.


My voice rings high as these chains strike low

My entire being captured by the weeping willow.

It’s got a hold on my soul

It’s something hard to let go


They’ve dragged me down

 Taken my crown

I can’t get off the ground

Without fear of hearing the sound


Of a click

Of a scream

Of the gun

That has killed me.


The weeping willow hears my cry

As it sways freely; releasing my anguish to the sky.


Don’t be blind

Open your eyes

We lay paralyzed

By the heart of a nation that’s imprisoned by corruption and lies.


That was my brother,

Who died at the hand of a man

Who walks freely in this land

Without as much as a sideways glance.


That was my sister,

Who cried for her rights

That one fatal night

Before she supposedly “took her own life”.


My heartache sinks into the bark of the tree

And the weeping willow carries me

Into parts of my mind that is carefree

Even if it’s only momentarily


I let the weeping willow sweep away the anger and the rage

Without a positive mind, how can we truly stand for change?


The change must be within me to spread positivity

It’s not hopeless, just take a look at our history

Their stories are the reason I write

I fight for their justice through the letters I type.




This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country


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