'the hate u give'
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Growin up all I had was me
No trust in people,
Who pity me.
No trust in people,
Who threw jabs at me.
My trust was in me.
Go ahead and call me a coward
For keeping quiet
America
Made for the land of the free
Everyone comes to get a degree
Built from the bottom-up,
But filled with all kind of screw ups
A briefcase of secrets
The keeper of my journal. In my journal I hold my thoughts, my feelings, my loves, my lost, and my unspoken thoughts.
My drawings, depictions of my inner hopes, dreams and beliefs.
They expect you to be less than what you are,
Less than what they see;
But you have a little beam of light in the darkness,
And say they’ll never be another me;
I can still hear the cries of Native Africans on ships
A sorrowful filled goodbye hanging off their lips
Forced to make difficult voyages overseas
For a future of cotton and tobacco leaves
Another rip shirt
another funeral
Wearing all black in the summer
Ain't nothing new to you,
And gun shots at night starts to sound like a musical.
You gotta lot of friends, not really most of them fake.
Im hurt and there nothing worse.
These kids take drugs and make love and are destined to become professional thugs but what do I know i'm a privileged white girl, a nice girl.
Before I was a droning voice, I was lost within the noise.
I discovered a hidden talent, suddenly my art was the noise,
I am no longer lost.
The strokes hold my thoughts and the image holds my cause,
My hands use to tremble when you neared
A frightened animal backed into a corner
A corner that starts to trace the outline of my shadow
Colored folks are shot by the hate u give
Mosques are blown up by the hate u give
Parents are cuffed
Children are camped
Families are separated by the hate u give
People must know
and be aware
that they shouldn’t be scared
by fear or any of its allies:
Depression,
Anxiety.
This Life
This life is a constant struggle
This life is all that what went wrong when the question what could possibly go wrong was asked
This Life
This life is a constant struggle
This life is all that what went wrong when the question what could possibly go wrong was asked
You ignited the whisper
In a crowed of billions
A simmer of sparks
That lit up a voice
A murmur
When I was just ten,I wanted to die.The shadows priedthe light from my eyes,But for I have had friendswho ended their lives;too young to see it,broken and dried.We do not forget them.
