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We are independentWe are free.Yet nobody can hear me. We are independentwe are free.Yet nobody can hear me. Many innocent lives were taken.And now we must awakenTo the sheer horror of death.
red, white, and blue what does this mean to you? parades and pride, a country you take in stride. that's what the colors should do for you.  
I am the seed birthed from two trees That separated when I was planted And made roots that somehow grew without water Basked in the sun to give me at least a century worth living
My HATE Is as dark as my dark skin It stems from the dark roots I was raised on My hate wasn’t always this deep, but it grew as I became ever more misidentified
I am a black man. A descendant of kings and queens with the blood of a warrior running through my veins, And a survivor's spirit to fight through these chains of oppresion
Don't Touch My Hair  You can touch but you can't touch see there is no right way to be me It's IMPOSSIBLE You can touch my skin but, You can't touch my hair You can touch my heart maybe my soul but, 
Would it be hard? Would it be hard to accept who you are? Would it be hard to realize that you have a natural, big curvaceous body?
      Slash Marks, whip marks, screaming and wailing just so I could have my basic human rights as a black female. Marches, beatings, bombing, just so I could vote.
All we do is rant and raid what improvement has that made? Seeing us act crazy is THEIR attraction it gives the WHITE MAN the satisfaction but its ok it fuels a fire in me that cant be tamed
Words of poetry shine  bright to form, a light on this troubling world. GIRL! make it beautiful and display your dignity and pride, for we are judged by the outside. Hot rather mild 
Keep Moving Foward 1 of every 3 of us are told we're going to prison 1 of every 3 of us are told we'll graduate college And only a measley 59% of us are told we'll graduate from highschool
We go to school for about twelve years, but we have issues on the way to success. As we get older, the environment becomes more dangerous. The police become sinister and begin to destroy how God made us.
Just Black By: Jordan Edwards Whatever we say or do we just black. JuJu black, milk chocolate, caramel, vanilla  if theres a notion that your black, your black.
Tingling sensations oing through my ear and your distinctive lips draws me near. Vibrations going through me bed. Is this love or lust instead? Wake up early in the morning and i'll be here
I burned the American Flag.  Literally. I burned the American Flag and I recorded it on video. 
Your demeanor fooled me. Thug hood hard ass sending chills down  my spine I despised you at first glance
its time for a change its time to be heard real life problems  in teens things have gotten so absurd the pain  these kids experience  every day break the chain stop the rain
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different? Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
As I drive, watching my city streets roll past me I see the tear stained faces of broken homes And children being raised by strangers. I see the garbage cluttered streets of SE,
Living in  this world full of mystery  Can't take this pain anymore I'm tired of all this misery My blvck mind goin crazy  I don't know what has gotten into me
I don't want to be HEARD. I want thee to listen.   What I say is not for me. What I say is for US.   I speak tenderly, Hoping you'll catch UP.   Our voices are the most important,
Some of my people steady actin like they weak
Sequel to Maya Angelou: Still I Rise
Black is a color but it's not me, its just a title they put on the crayola crayon next to the gray. But its gone far more than anything before, never has this been a subject to explore.
Martin Luther King Had a dream That as African Americans we could bring Peace and tranquility to our current land Because our motherland has been ripped away We’ve been dragged away, and have been sent away
Remember when we were strange fruit hanging from the trees but never ripe enough to be picked? Remember when we had no voice but a singlye syllable could get us whipped?
Everyone, hands in the air! DID YOU HEAR ME, HANDS IN THE AIR! Don’t let the bubblegum voice fool you This weapon is imaginary
  There’s something called ignorance in the black community It replaces the love, care and the unity The power our race once possessed
I come from Sobbing sirens & broken traffic lights. Hangings in the daylight, Hooded figures breaking Bones, Bodies, Blacks.
I dare you to belittle my intellect with constant neglect. I dare you to depreciate my ability to succeed. I dare you & the rest of you to treat me as if my future is halted by my past.
Life is peachy, but its's got a little fuzz the inside is sweet but there's no hidding what's above pick it up, set it back down, show it no love Looking only at the surface, not what it consist of
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