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Not gangs in the streetOr getting jumped and beatNot drugs, alcohol, or bulletsNot unmanageable rageOr society putting us in a cageThis isn't my Black on Black crime.
Wanna keep you alive Let's monitor the vital signs The world was never designed For the "Real nigga" to be on the rise or incline They only suggest the Ominous future The Real Nigga must maintain to remain
It began with slavery. Why?Why dehumanize a whole race for personal benefit?Sold, raped, whipped, worked, killed?For your success?To grow your crops and pick your cotton?Keep the house clean and raise your children?After all we did for you, you st
I’mma a caramel covered dream, bruised from within. An educated girl, who speaks what she thinks. Mama calls me beautiful, but my enemies call me weak.
My Nana says she put her foot in them collard greens, so we better eat them all. She says she was up at 6am slaving away over a hot oven so that we can enjoy this cookout feast. But she ain’t gone do all the work herself now.
we traded shackles for gold chains and plantations for prisons we keep trying to tell em but they aint listening because when the big man speaks you shut up don't move raise ya hands
All my life I had to fight All my life I had to fight I fought My family The people I thought were my friends Even that fool down the street
Freedom is not a word, Is is not an emotional state. It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged. There are many that will try to take it away. They will burn it, humiliate it--and they'll even make it cry.
Why do we raise them so hard? Build walls of granite, stone armor so thick we can no longer see the beauty of their dark skin tone. The struggle is real and very alive.
Black people, like paint swatches, come in an array of shades. We can be a deep, rich mahogany, a creamy, smooth caramel, a bold, mysterious ebony, or even a blend of the three.
Am I supposed to hate The pigment of my skin Is it not pretty enough White enough Light enough Smooth enough Enough is enough The illusion of beauty
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner Who's next? Me?
Black is defined as the very darkest color owing to the complete absence or absorption of light Black is the opposite of white Black is people asking if your hair is a weave and a line of people waiting to touch it
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
Once upon a time I was reading an article While holding a dime And I stumbled upon a quote And in it, a woman spoke She said, Black people can't do math And I stood back And as I sat
I wouldn't even slap you woth the hand that I pissed on It's missed on- how white supremacy is the golden key. And everything that I see, is not for me. 'Cause the way it' set up; I'm set to fail
Mama Mama, Mama Africa,
Caramel skin with an undertone of olive Glowing in the fluorescent light I stare at myself in the mirror