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Moved by oppression, culture call it cult seen sin the streets a night outrageous fights, pain and thoughts of pain satisfies the heart an addiction or habit just takes It all away a state in mind out of space
I was just driving Driving with her. Starr. Harry Potter. My best friend. My first kiss. The girl that I loved
my mother says that I came into this world Fightingfists clenched, two months too earlyborn beneath a clouded november skyon the verge ofSomething.
I. The first day I realized freedom is not free without a cost, I was thirteen— when we read To Kill a Mockingbird and I could not help but think
at our core we are about love and relationship we long to be fought for and protected to never feel disregarded but that has not been the truth for many for a long time
America you lied You told me Slavery and racism Wasn't supposed to take Place in the present
They say don’t look so intimidating they say don’t look so suspicious they say don’t look so angry they say don’t be so loud they say don’t be so dramatic they say don’t be so bossy
There was once a girl who had the world in her corner, but it never seemed to belong to her. She glanced at certainty. Such a fickle thing it was.
We all have a voice But not all of us know how to use it Some of us hide in he shadows Waiting, hoping and praying that somebody comes out and speak their story which is similar to yours
Wish I could say hi to happy, but I'm still figuring out what that is. Wish I could say goodbye to sad,but that'll never be the case because life is a rollercoaster and only time will tell when, or if,I'll win the race.
It's my life because I had lost my sight listening to you It's my life because I am always thinking too much at night It's your life because you make me say everything is alright It's your life because
I will never fit in if my friends are white. I will never fit in no matter how hard I fight. I will not broadcast the wealthy complexion.
A voice broken and in despair Now risen from the depths The depths of a landfill A landfil of shattered ideas He is a voice rebuilt He has become Recreated and empowered
As an infant, their eyes are filled with happiness their head is filled with innocence their heart is filled with gold. As a toddler, their eyes are filled with curiosity their head is filled with imagination
You see me with a hoody on maybe dressed in all black and you think I'm gonna rob something in a store. But I have my hood on because it's chilly, and I'm just here for some Takis.
The sound of horses footsteps with raging men wiping them before they strike their
I found my voice out of frustration All I wanted to do was show my creationI desire to be a writer, make worlds for people to get lost inMy greatest fear is that some will say it belongs in a trash binI found my voice when a teacher told me I woul
M other blesses the day I was born, why is it Y ou spit upon it like a curse? L ike the day God chose to paint me brown
You would think it is 2018. We have moved on from this. We have become educated. We have tried our hardest. You are still ignorant. You think its okay to black face. We are too fragile. We are snowflakes. We ruin the fun. You won't be having fun
It’s hard trying to protect a cityThat doesn’t want your helpTheir trust and respect had diedWith the unarmed menWho wore the same uniform as I am
Our words are such a dangerous weapon History is a perfect example of current events that reigns on us from our country’s past written and spoken. We spewed out hate and now look at our nation.
about a black man. what is it that you can't stand? black man can't even plant a gar-dan. without meeting some type of oh-presh-shan. about a black man. why so much hate?
The Hate You Give Makes me feel on a whole other level I have to cope and deal I see your gun pointed at my son My dad, my uncle, my cousin, my granpa
We live in a world where violence is heavier than ever We hear more about people getting killed, more than we hear about the weather
There’s a war goin’ on… I’m not referring toWars overseas,Or in third world countries,I mean right here,On our streets whereFolks are on their knees,There’s a war goin’ on…
When will the time come when we can look at each other without judging? There is so much going on that we do not see all of the important things being tucked away under the sheets.