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When daybreak comes and I no longer care to listen for the mourning doves first cry, anticipate the sunrise in the sky or smell the apple blossoms in the air my passion to write poetry will die.
And just like before, everything started off fine, And I decided to overlook everything and ignore all of the signs. That just like everyone else you are batshit crazy,
Hunting down pictures of racial divides the colors into flesh pantones royalty free shots watermarked with logos of the man whipping across eyes and mouths of models making
Justice is a force that stands tall, A beacon of hope for one and all, It sees no color, no race, no creed, And knows no boundaries or limits to heed.  
Keine Ratte steht tatsächlich über dem Gesetz Gerechtigkeit muss blind, fair, gleich und roh sein Für alle, in einer demokratischen Gesellschaft
No racist rat is indeed above the law Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw For all, in a democratic society
                                           Sous le pont De Del Rio sont arrêtés, coincés, entassés Amassés des milliers d'Haïtiens migrants, pas d'Ukrainiens
Sob a ponte Del Rio eles estão parados, presos, estacionados Milhares de imigrantes Haitianos, não Ucranianos Francamente, se fossem os últimos, não seriam penalizados
 Hungry hue-mans were in caves driven to consume and feed a tribal network, we made weapons from stones because survival amongst common rivals for food was the need we set and met first.
Powerful words,Truthful words,Honest words,Brave words;This is exactly what the Doctor orders,For a nation, who's trying to fight the horrorsOf blatant racism,
We do not want only a piece We aspire and want Peace A mammoth piece of Freedom For the north, south, west and east
Tell me more about democracy   Nobody is a fool Tell me more about dichotomy Go ahead! I am cool
Liberty has been taken hostage, abducted in many parts Of the world Freedom is often smothered, suffocated in many hearts In this world
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Kabul falls into sheer peace, Now 'Islam' enters into Afghanistan. Ignorance dies on the battlefield. The peace blows in the morning breeze.
Block this, block that Black this, black that I am sick and tired Of seeing the hatred
So many colored faces in a crowd set in 1960s apartheid.   There was beats and poets that rang and sang of being black.   The stars could burn your hair off.
looking up at the sky seeing not rainwater, but the blood of my brother’s and sister’s.   I have no eyes, i am in chains.   Here I present a man
Myriads of Haitian-Americans will vote in the next US election We are sending stern warnings to the current administration We will vote for one party and we will rock the boat
                                                                          Im 17 and I lost track of my dreams.
So... Justice Is Served... ?!? And Has Now Been Confirmed... By Those Who’ve Convicted... This Cop Who Inflicted... A HORRIFIC KILLING... To George Floyd His VICTIM... !!!
#Black Lives Matter Its not enough.   Its not enough, posting a black-out screen on instagram Children grow up in fear around the world. In fear of leaving their homes,
Bureaucratic liars hand out commands Empty-headed sheep obey Free-thinkers get shot by men in blue
The lights of the city glide within me  but do not pierce through me with their glitter deep in me there still persists the black depths of the black history i hear singing  
Tic Toc Tic Toc Life is lived by the clock
When i was stumbling in the dark,confused and crying out for help, this friendly fellow seemed amused:   And while i fought like anything  to keep the candle lit he cheerfully reviewed
We once were not free. Free as others could be. Free to walk. Free to talk. While we were pickin’ and pluckin’, they were watching like a hawk.
Young Black America. Learn to abstain from the system before we become a chained victim. Yearn to be alive when we grow up not to be below every news feed.  
i don't belive in justice as if the intangible thing you stole from me  could be replaced with an apology and time
Able bodies broken  Songs of struggle and bonds Release our hearts to humanity Join in the teaming throngs Together in commons Multitudes in revolt against unjust systems Bring our dreams home
For You If I tore apart my body  For you And you examined my organs Tested my blood  Ripped my skin Piece by piece
time marches onreality's fire consumes—dreams go up in smoke .
I’m Christian Cooper & I was bird watching in the park when you went by
I grew excited as they built me Because the men, they would talk Of the grand place I would be.   For the Land of the Free And the Home of the Brave They made me, Lady Liberty.  
Sada Massey The Aftermath? ( What happens next) June 1/4/5, 2020 What happens next? After the protesters have grown tired and WEARY Then gone After the FIRES have been put out
Justice is not just about judgement against the oppressors.  Justice is righteousness for those who have been wronged. While a judge’s ruling may put a killer behind bars for life,
Staple gun to my head Pin it closed the gaps of dread Leaving out the slips of blood Creeping forward pools of red   Wash my hands are never clean
The bell sends its vibrations through the mountains  through the barley fields changing their sweep shaking the gravel in prestigous old man's drive way rippling the water in the marble  fountain of knowledge.  
We cry out for justice, we scream and we shout. We cry out for justice, we cry very loud. We cry for missng people that haven't been found, we cry for innocent people getting killed everyday.
Karma will come for those who are lost Karma will come for those who have a cost Everyone's done wrong, for justice there's mercy for none. There's no point in hiding from the scales of judgement,
Today won’t you hold him tightTell him he is not aloneTell him he is man enough, he is handsome, he is strong
"Akonadi, the people’s activist." Akonadi is an oracular goddess of justice and a guardian deity for women. Inspired by a Ghananian goddess.    
 Read all about it!  Read all about it! We must do something about this  But here I stand My voice rings out Freedom has yet to be given out
I Never Asked Why Me. I Never Cursed The Names Of Those Who Bashed Me Thinking Their Words Meant Nothing Through Tiny Screens In Their Hands. I Didn't Consider Myself A Victim,
There once was a woman, with skin like cream and features fair, with eyes of emerald green; with a robust body and fine gold hair.  
All men are created equal Creator Unalienable rights Repeated injuries Tyranny Justice Voice of justice Free and independent states Protection of Divine Providence Sacred honor
“Meaningless”   Because justice is just a word slipping off the tongues of folks so surely so carelessly only Justice in terms of a meaning is simply man made,
It should come as no surprise the injustice is a tale as old as time haves and greater-thans ignore broken cries. They take and take, and punch and climb- // Over poor, broken, helpless -- not leaving a dime
  When I was younger, I would dream of sleeping on cotton candy clouds while the breeze kissed my hair and fulfilled its duty of safekeeping
Pain all over, Yet I sustain. So I got out the car, It was a hot summer day. Trying to help my mother, She gives an ailing grin. Being a southerner  I say ,” Hello”,
People talk, people stare, that doesn't leave me to wallow in sorrow. no excuse to let down a tear, when there's a greater future in my tomorrow.
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy. Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh, I relish the day that you confess,   As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress, I wore that day when you professed,
When we kiss , i taste the bitterness of love from your lips ,  When we hug , i feel bondage and enslaved  But after the unbearable screaming and kicking and choking and pleading...  you say you are different .
Until we can live without fear of persecution From the color of our skin Or the accent with which we speak Or what other country we’ve lived in   Until Social Justice is universal And accepted by all
America, America. Oh, how thou great.  You're people have been washed and drowned in hatred. They are decendents of a people who rejected what was. We are the creation of multigenerational curses.
But I’ll never wake Up black With long limbs And midnight skin Nope. Because this hand is Gripping blonde
I am an angry woman.    No, I don't have picket signs propped up in my garage or a coarse voice, from screaming. I've never marched down a street with proud sisters,
In a stereotypical patriarchal society,  I would soon have wifely duties and keep my mouth shut.  How boring.    "Your poor boyfriend," they say because I remind him, in the future,
PRESENTING: "Technological Habits." Paid in part by the subliminal masses.   (OFF MIC) "We could start by listing all the reasons why we can't have this. For instance, Class.
I flick a cig and it lands on a leaf, Burns to the ground and spins my beliefs, Here is where I see a glimpse of hope, A visual summary.   Time and time again, I see this reflection,
Savior of oppressed people, Maintainer of tranquility and peace; A country’s epitome of power, Justice, justice, justice!  
There is a jerky employee Who delves into a fantasy. One day, with a smirk, The person goes berserk. Right now, he is stuck in China sea.
Our perceptions are irrelevant we are aware that they are not important We are deceived that the world is making a change But I feel like these officers practice with my face in the gun range
The United States is a free country. People come to it for a better life. Each immigrant comes with a family. A husband settles in it with his wife.   Unlike illegals, he does not break laws.
I am a girl who cried out for a just world,  sitting with a scale in my hands,  weighing the lighter crimes,  judging.  This is either irony or self-awareness.
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.
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
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
Pardons are Unjust Justified by a Claim that Mercy is a Must   Pardons ignore the busted face of my wife and silence the cries of my child's life why would a God, servant of the lame  
Too many lives lost, Haunting, howling, crying, wailing...the voices of our ancestors. Understand this, my brothers and sisters:
It’s a tragedy for those of us who stay the same When time tries to heal, but we stand against the winds of change Because you resist, you’ll make the same mistakes Those are the choices of us living not in love but hate
He created me from the clay that He created you with My heart chants your name My eyes brim with unshed tears
All these issues in the world, don’t sugar coat it. I know you that you know this: slavery was supposedly protected by the bible, I hope we grow from this! Separating families is legal only because of POTUS.
How come this universe exists, When we have verily no unity? How are we even humans, If we don’t embrace humanity? We live this life as a joke, We’re not real in reality. We consider ourselves divine,
Silence can kill a game. Silence has much shame. Silence rings with pain. Silence does not end with change. Silence keeps fears locked away.
Again and again and again and again. Every two steps forward is one step back People fight until they’re no longer standing, And no one stops to help them up.
CORNEA. it is the Fourth of July and I am sixteen years old.
I didn’t ask for your approval. I didn’t ask for you to be my mirror on the wall. I didn’t ask for your comments as I crossed the street. I didn’t ask for your filthy cat call.
I know that these chains will break. But when I try to breathe I’m suffocated by your dishonesty.
Struggling to survive in bondage to the queen of Egypt. As slaves do we render unto her a taxation of our time, possessions and even our lives. Her vain satisfaction has caused pollution in our oxygen.
I take a knee In solidarity With my oppressed brothers and sisters For I am not free
For The Land:   America: With all your beauty and grace, your Miss United States, Your pride and stars and stripes and stunning monuments dedicated to (racist) presidents past
  Call it what you must! I dare you! I dare you to use that tongue to dirty the air.       Let its  smell spoil,your words decomposition    what you said has expired, in this persent.
My Daughter Dearest,   I hope your life has been different than mine Without worry, misfortune, or grief I hope love, joy, and you are entwined
Jesus Name is so Sweet. He is Immanuel That means God is with us, so all is Well Let me say it again, Happily, I repeat: Jesus Name is so Sweet.
The chains on my hands have cried for years.Wishing they could be unlocked like the others,outside running free like the others.These chains rub against the cold dark floor,dreading the horror routine.The horror routine of, being paralyzed by anot
Can you hear me now? As I call out into the silence shattering the illusion of peace only to refill the space with the weeping of the mourning, and groaning of the dead, the screaming of the innocent
 Hurt and abusedLost and confusedFeeling accused, just by being you.The color of your skin does not define youThe length of your dreads does not disguise you. The way that you walk does not deprive youBut the way that your heart is will arise you.
Oh America America what have you done Treating them like animals what have you become,   with no interest we have thought of them With no feelings we have trial them
Guns, drugs, sex, and more. These are the things that make you a whore. At least that’s what society has taught me, of course, about things I don’t deal with, things that seem Morse.  
Eden was never a symbol of perfection Aphrodite was never a symbol of love Love to the Greeks meant madness, meant that someone had fallen too far  
Knew he wasn't the one first time that I met him Wondered how many girls he couldn't haunt  But if he's a jerk then I can be a beach Killing his reputation for revenge 
The Princess and the Peace By Sophia de Castro   Once upon a time, There was a princess Who dreamt of the day she would sleep peacefully, Unbothered by the peas underneath her mattress.  
A woman who speaks her mind without hesitation. A woman who follows her own path and dismisses the disapproving voices. A woman who knows her limits and knows that we are lifelong learners.
This is War, They said as they dropped drones onto villages and killed grandma who was picking vegetables from her garden, This is War,
In a world built by the blood, sweat, and tears of people who look like meFrom the fields to front officesFrom the streets to street prophetsThey look at us and still see the whips and chainsThey owned us
For all the lives lost and the wars won you would think America would stand by its national anthem where we are all equal.
I come from the city that never sleeps, NYC, city where gentrification stimulates broken dreams, but evidently it's not as awful as it seems,
America the selfish Who protects herself America the mighty Who fights too damn much America the warrior Who fightes not for peace America the Dominant  The goal longed to reach
War hungry yet peace seeking. Assault rifles for protection. White privilege in a country built on immigrants. Home of the brave but afraid of innocent Muslims.
 In a world where children are obliteratedBy chemical weaponsWhere strikes rattle the brains and deafenThe sleeping innocent are threatenedA man faces ArmageddonYet, He claims tears of joy for his twins are in heaven
Red Green Gold Red White Blue, what is it in color what is it in you, what is it about me, my color makes you hate and doubt me, my color is my reality, my color seems to make you mad at me, my color is brown, not lay down on the ground and shut u
America! land of the free. But why does the freedom in my hands look different than yours? The equation does not equal. One will never equal none. I look in the mirror and see myself, just like you.
Set fire to the right tree, the whole forest will burn Think. Not of a grim reality, but of the galvanizing truth The one who ignites the right branch hopes to illuminate the right tree, the whole forest will burn
America? Known as a nation reborn, Through war and tragedy we still uplift our hopes. We take each other by the hand urging them to hold on, There are the men that choose to face each other causing hate and struggle.
Each day you wake up  and each day the pledge is heard some stand up and put their hand on their hearts but others stay seated For is it really true? One nation under god with liberty and ¨Justice¨ for all
What we were then is not what we are now For changes were made, that were good and bad. What I don’t understand is exactly how
Hello, I’m not a coon or a savage And I don’t live in the projects or eat chicken and watermelons for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No, I don’t live on the “block” and sell dope.
America the Brave America the tarnished Amerca the ignorant America the lost Lost. Fight for freedom? Fight for equality? Fight for Love?
What were you doing the night of August 28, 1955? How were you feeling on May 15, 1970? Where were you on March 3, 1991? What about on April 29, 1992? October 9, 2005?  
When I say BLACK LIVE MATTER, this is what I mean; Imagine me before a wild uncontrollable fire with a fire Extinguisher in my hand, it is all I have to beat back the Flames that threaten to devour me. When I say,
Have you ever thought about what goes behind making your soap Have you considered the methods of how its made  For animals, there is no hope  They just want someone to come to their aid 
Our skin is not as white as snow Does this make us worthless? A lot of us grew up in single parent homes Does this make us inadequate? We commit the same crimes But why do we only get the life sentences?
Night  it's to be a time of rest and restart yet all I know is how it tears apart a family a love a being   it was night that a young girl had her heart shattered
2016 a year with eyes wide open To a world, where things are cloaked, covered, and unspoken.   This year, full of fear, where humans are bought and sold like meat Whose eyes of compassion, we'll never see.  
All my life, I’ve kept silent. Held my thoughts and opinions with strife, Scared of the consequences. But as I age, I’ve learned
Awareness is a word in which we tend to agree, something that inspires us to set the lost people free.  We listen to the presentations, see the kids suffering from malnutrition, the hunger in their eyes, the bloated bellies.
The first time I heard the word rape was when I was 12 from my 11 year old niece. She told me she had been raped by her neighbor a man she knew for years. 
We say land of the free home of the brave, but how is it so free if we are still living like slaves. Not physically but mentally we are bound by a country that continues to kncok us down.
Golden age of mystery,  Creating great misery. Repeated history, Down to duplicity.   A golden gate of bronze, Cherish a golden swan, Into the middle of dawn, To chance on.   
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think. If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink. See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
I said, "How long will it take?" I mean, we've seen the same mistakes Ain't it crazy after all this We're still waiting for change And the faces are the same The pain, it still remains
Here I am present, the tiny infats who die, from unfit "Parents".   Here I am the Light, the Savior for the abused, so many children.   Who am I, you ask?
When I was born  When I was a baby I was the purest I could be in the eyes of society but now that I’m older now that I’ve gained wisdom
You sleep in a bedI sleep in the streetsI'm your shadow You eat at restaurants I eat from garbage cansI'm your shadow You're treated with respect and careI'm left in the streets, helpless for others to stareI'm your shadow I'm human just like you,
I wake up every morning from a world of illusion. I open my eyes to a world of pollution, Mental disillusion And emotional confusion.   I am that societal contusion of mental dilution.
I'm writing, I keep on writing My mind is speeding through with so much rhyming. I'm looking at the news seeing what it's protraying about August 9, 2014. Listening closely, and catrefully about what they're saying.
In this garden aren't we all beautiful Why should it matter if I am a tulip Or a rose, a dandelion, sunflower Why should landscapers be able to choose what flower to prune
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me. Say it loud Im black and I’m proud 
"Turning to a new page in my almost filled thought book for a topic that needs the room. This is only page 2016. Our world is ending.
do you see her? a girl trying to survive this world carrying opinions of her race and gender on her back? do you see him?
We dye our hair crazy colors. They call us “ghetto”.   They dye their hair crazy colors. They call them “hipsters”.   We twerk. They call us “ratchet”.   They twerk.
I gaze blankly into the sky and the Tears are dry. Maybe it’s just my uterus Talking—the smooth, Smug woman’s voice on the ad tells
America I used to feel your heart beat. I don’t feel it anymore. Has it been taken by the demons that now rule you? Where has your heart gone? Was it taken by the corrupt politicians?
Justice was blind But they tried to cure her sight They opened her eyes And called it a blessing But with new eyes, Justice began to change
  “X Marked The Rocks” The X in excellence seals your footsteps. Stones trustworthy acts of strength. The “King” was Our Shepard Crown thee majesty honoring such grace.
Sometimes it is easier to smile, To tell everyone lies, Rather than the problems we hide. I know 'cause I've been there, In many ways I still am. So then why on earth do I participate
Justice Cops. The “racist” men in blue, known for committing hate crimes But no worries, it’s fine We live in a society where people blame the ones who put their lives on the line everyday
I was told that my friends were no good. Single parent home, shattered family values, This was no Leave It To Beaver production.   I was told that my friends were no good,
An inkblot My mind seethes and grows falling ever so ever so   At night the watchman knows he knows of the travels What does it take to break a man? A pool of questions
Hate, violence Fires, Riots Fights, Never stay quiet All caused by two words, Not Guilty  It's fair, it's unfair People asking how can this be ?! The pain is unbearable for most 
We're living in a world filled with injustice, where we don't have to be doing anything and the cops think they can touch us, another man down, now that really starts to touch us,
Ever wonder why your a spectator in your own life? Every angle you observe reoccurs twice?  Still strolling backwards on that one way street, sweat thickening from that massive heat. You see Sin is a hell of a drug,
She’s a person of color, Who’s afraid to confront the police, Asking herself why can’t there be peace. Day and night she thinks about her brother,
What a year. What a year it has been  At the start it looked promising, but then and only then  4 letters flipped the world upside down  I-S-I-S, what a horrible sound 
I fall on my knees picking up my papers, not wanting to lose another in case it’s important. I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain. Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made
  Poetic Justice,Yeah Poetry Justifies,Even The Words Testifies,Its Sound Just Satisfies,Its Love , Like Water It Purifies,Just Open Your Eyes.    
To be scared is to be alive. It is the thing that stops us, Prevents us from harming ourselves. It’s why we don’t jump out of windows, Why we don’t stab our eyes, Why we leave spiders alone.
In China, hospitals skip the fourth and the fourteenth floor because four in Mandarin Chinese iss hi, the same pronunciation as the word for death.  
Spare me those tears And grant me your ears The day is no more young The sun is threading home Take off your dark lenses And behold the beauty The beauty of your dirt
I am Mike Brown. I am Tamir Rice. I am Eric Garner. I am the fallen of my culture, my color, my characteristics. I am the family of these victims, I am the friends.
I'd like to think my footsteps echo off the white stone bridge but such tranquil sounds overpowered destroyed by the dull roar of the arriving crowd what stone should gleam instead is pale
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I am the one who lurks in the corner at the school dances. I am the one who struggles to keep my voice steady when presenting in class.
"Sticks and stones, may break your bones, but words can never hurt you." I for one, would love to say that statement- is a load of bullshit.
As virtous men pass mildly away And whisper to their souls to go Whilist some of their sad friends do say "The breath goes now," and some say"No"
My Brother and sisters, my friends my foes. What did we do, why did the boss man close that 'doe' ... is it the nap of my fro' or my southern accent. Did you forget when my grandpa takes off
is awesome. is accepting. is civil. is respecting. is beneficial to the rights of others. is now legal in all 50 states. is Constitutionally protected. is not evil. is not immoral.
Is it my fault if I got raped at a place I should not have been?  
Self demarcation Is self deprivation After all it takes a dream To build up a nation Hesitation and contemplation It’s great to analyze but why are you waiting
I am a human before I am American.  I am a human
The Bees are Dead
    Part 1 It sure would be great to solve the race debate, But before you choose a side put down your pride and hesitate, Good and evil is not for us to decide that is up to Heaven’s Gate,
No justice, no peace. No justice for the deceased. The system continues to cheat Latinos and Blacks. It’s just like back in the 50s. The only difference, you’re sitting with me.
Take, take, take, All you do is take Give, give, give, You struggle to give Feed your children Feed your people Allow your kind to thrive To reach the sky Allow them to shine bright
Who am I but a figment of my own imagination? A lie. An idea I’ve used to claim the land of four nations. Who am I?
I put my feet to the street I've never felt a heat,like this,my souls(soles) melt with each step I take,I wanna make a break, and run for it,like Run Forest!but
Uncomfortable in that chairbut still no one seems to careI'm out here full of fearI'm bout ready to tearI know the truth is out therebut I just don't where
even within nature we are confined  in chains   from the depths we crawled    toward the sun     into the trees      wiping sweat from our brows       liberty
As the government cleans itself, it sees what is outside itself as more dirty.
Twisted lies and teary eyes These news titles on the rise Wrong perspectives, strong objectives Activists are the real detectives Police brutality? Our reality? Families surviving on calamity
They will not silence my voice Even as millions shout to drown it out Millions more will join in
All across the nation people are searching for retaliation.
"She’s a feminist."Scratch thatThey said it more
A shell pa
heroes. we used to believe we could see them everywhere, 
Man of col
A lovely day, Dull yet gay, For a peace Prevailed.   But all was gone In the blink of an eye.
I've heard it said- is it true? The heart of men is wicked. But does that just include men? Are women wicked? Children? Men are deceitful. Are women not? Children?
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
You preach your theories, teach your lies.
I'm quiet because they can't hear me... I speak up and they say i'm a nuisance.  
Inflicting pain on myself
Blank faces. Hands over hearts. We all know the drill. I can't find myself able to say the words. How can I pledge allegiance to a nation where liberty and justice isn't for all?
We want to see these black boys fly Cops rather see these black boys die Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
I want to annihilate the canidate
The crack of a cackling bullet Shattered the life and the sanctum of thought Which held me up, assisted and created me But left me when I needed it the most   The scream of a dying soul
What is happening to our country? A false image of justice, freedom, and democracy How can we be any better than Russia, China, or even slavery?   Racism, Hatred, manipulation It's all still there
Oh you came to my house with a fire in your eyeI was 18 and you were 25But I couldn't love you even if I triedBecause you don't even know my nameBut I can't cry for her she didn't care
A Firm Conviction
To K.    She started off a as normal girl didn't know about the cruel sad world Spent her time picking flowers
War on Women  
how could wearin a hoodie cost him his life how could he kill that boy and get out the same night
Government officials have fallen into the chains of guilty corruption, Our endowed right is no longer the Pursuit of Happiness.  This backfires on our economic production, We the citizens have no wall of security.
Can anyone hear me?
There’s Suffering and crying, and a lot of people are still dying World leaders getting richer while their peoples bodies are piling Up to a mountainous top, corpses spewing like the steam from a boiling pot, of Genocide
A passion is a longing, A deep down tug or sorts, That pulls and guides you every day, To new mountain tops and new ports.   My passion is very special, It involves all of you,
Naivety is expressed in many minds About many matters where ignorance is but a synonym, Yet let those words scathe their ears and retorts Will soon follow. "Not all men-!" Yes all men because,
It was a sunny frid
  Sweaty palms, the itchy insides of the smoky marsh pits, discolored cloudy eyes with battered Fort Knox thighs,
allegedly serves optionin what youperceivehumanjudge of chosen jury
No one held him As life slipped away He breathed in the last piece of this world As a target surrounded by  Preconceived ideas Of who he used to be Who he was before
To shine, save lives, conquer, and fly Those were our dreams before trying to survive Now it’s money, wealth, and superiority for what we’re forced to strive But God bless the soul who wants otherwise
She's in chains. She's behind bars. She's alone. But she's innocent until proven guilty?   He trespassed. He raped. He murdered.
Changing More than your clothes More than your appearance Start with yourself, and look deeply Inside   Leading More than yourself  More than what's expected
I have a dream that one day race, socio-economic status, gender, religion, ability, or sexual orientation will no longer serve as obstacles to justic
Suspicious, what a way to describe you. I am suspicious, too. I walk around black and wear a hoodie so I "slang clack."   Why can't I wear this 'cause I'm cold?
Some of you might be afraid By the way these people are portrayed There’s no doubt they did an awful thing But it is so intriguing what their minds bring Criminals is what I mean
A kid walking down the street is suspected of mischief because his hood is up, but instead of a calm questioning there's a hold up. "Where you going why are you out this late?" Must he really answer and state his case?
If I had the power to change only one thing I would know the answer without having to think I would stop all the innocent from being slaughtered Their blood staining the world with red
The cold winter shiver trickles down my spine Soft winds brush against my visage A faint glow in the twilight as an obsidian darkness drapes over the world My over-worked hands, calloused and frozen
Determined Warrior                 Pelted by deadlines             Mauled by knowledge             Held accountable for so many
They’re ungrateful; they got themselves in that position; they’re just being lazy,One man I served at a soup kitchen even said-“you spend too much time helping us; you will become one of us”.
All he needed was a friend/ But he was different/ So he was invisible/ His life more than miserable/ He had nothing already/ Home life unsteady/ The girls never liked him/ The boys wouldn't let him fit in/ The pain was all there was/ Pain was all
I can't say one thing! Not one damn thing, without you criticizing me! Just shut up! You ask what I mean, I mean Im Fed Up! You push me for my 'own good',
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
I live in a small world:
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
They say I'm young and black Which means I'm going to be a threat When we walk in the store they get straped And the cops always on your back Some do them like O-dog Some do them like Treyvon
Please excuse my color...   White man that fears me, excuse the color of the skin I was born in. Im sorry that the dark pigmentation send shivers down your spine. I was born this way, you see.
Satellites and lines 
Stretching out that horizon sky 
 Searching for what? 
Limbos and escapes, highs or holidays 
 Grasping for just a moment…what?
What people think when the see a white mom with kids   Oh she works so hard. They're so cute! They must be a handful oh terriable two's!   What people think when they see a black mom with kids
It seems I am getting no sleep,
Shake My Head What happened?
  Sh! t you can’t say to your teacher!       Dearest teacher,   Can you please learn to put in your grades on time? I don’t care that you have a wife
I like shopping a lot! Jeans, khakis, shorts: booty or not, skirts: long or short. The tops! Shirts V-neck, T, crop top, one shoulder, strapless, just bra, no bra!
I am Treyvon MartinMy life is not to long startin' I work day in and day outFrom my mother did I sproutMy life is in God's handI am just human
Can a love be forever binding? To return when others cripple As thought of extraneous suitors sour. Relic of the time that has tick tocked, Souvenir of the heart's gift shop,
Why? Why must my people cower in fear at the hands of our oppressors who long ago promised equality? We have sweat, bled, and died for this country, yet our blood is not enough to wash away their hate.
I'm sorry for not being like you I'm sorry for not looking the same as you This is the way God made me He made me in his image of perfection But whydid youhate me? You didn't know my name
I heard about a young man whose life was cut short By an individual who categorized him into an unlawful sort His judgment was merely predicated on appearance,
Where my brother? Where were you when they took my brother? Can you hear him? He is safe now, he has made it home,  But why did you let him take my brother! We was not saint nor sinner but he was my brother. 
He was just as innocent as you, or maybe he was better, His soft, calm personality, just as light as a feather, walking home after a long day,  never intended to cross your way,
1993 Westside Sunset Boulevard SoCal Los Angeles California Bring you back to the silver DeLorean, flux capacitor We got that hover board under the seat. 
I once did wield a sword of light and a crested shield, these I carried into fight society's worst nightmare. I gained, after long, the upper hand a simple trade it were,
Da Dom Da Dom Da Dom (heart beat)Before I knew of his mistake I’d already condemned himEven as he tried to explain I scolded him for action he never madeRazor held high I went in for the killHe’d never hurt another
So apparently being a “black young man” means that I am up to no good And I should be watched when I roll up into your neighborhood Being a “black young man” means I’m going sell drugs
Hopeless, voiceless, suffocating by our own ancestry. Muffled tones of freedom songs in sync with the stomps of our feet, our negro spirituals.
Children Of God Wake Up This Is More Than An Act Of Murder This Is More Than An Act Of Racism This Is More Than An Act Of What’s Right And What’s Wrong This Is More Than An Innocent Boy
I see it . I see it ! I see the blackhole of hate racing to my presence , then into my veins. I hate it , but it consumes me every minute I am around it.
When a feeling becomes so warm so warm I want to taste it not a harsh slap of spicy flavors
By the time I matter, Will it be too late? Will people debate my soul's resting place? Will they predict who I could have been? Will by deeds outweigh by sins? Will they consider these circumstances?
why is life just sometimes just I don't know hope you know what I mean I don't know how to explain it it's just, just, you knowwhat's up with that thing that you normally feel sometimes
Justice for Trayvon Their will be. No more unfair inequality Jury, judge all knew this was wrong. What more evidence do you need for the case of young Trey?
T is for the Trust he had, thinking he was walking safely in Sandford nights. R is for Rage, the rage his parents feel to know their son is dead. A is for Age, the age of innocense he was in, he was only a kid.
America. Home of the brave, Land of the free. But it seems we hide behind the walls of our homes every day. Yet our homes were built from the ground that’s supposed to let us be, Free.
                     If he wanted the arizona tea and skittles... he could've asked,                            a life pressed rewind from the first breath to the last,
Man's world unfolds fool's gold and wild vanities untold   The sake of being pious is valued at minus Ruthless is cherished as highness   Brandished guns and sharpening knives
This is a Public Service Announcement: It doesn't matter if you die If I am important, and you aren't No one cares if I lie You're only one person you can't stop me
What does it mean to be free? Free is when you're allowed to do as you please.You are given the privilege to be who you decide you want to be.But are we really free?
"Still a Tragedy" by Dayo d. Dejo 
How did the jurors decide? It seems like they didn't really open their eyes.   It doesn't seem like they realized what Zimmerman did. He shot and killed an innocent kid.  
Seventeen, young and dead From one man's gun he bled Court, Trial, and Verdict Zimmerman was the one the jury picked He would leave a free man Defense was the reason at hand
When I see you in my dreams, You have no power over me. Time has done its part and I’ve grown up; You are just a monster under some Other child’s bed. You do not frighten me from the other side.
Young and innocent at 17 years old His life and fate stands in the hands of a man so cold Mis judgment of character and based upon looks Zimmerman took it upon hisself for the life he took.
I am the blood that leaked into the pavement,my body still as night, as eyes of hatred beam down upon me. The cooling pavement only confirms my fear, for I know I'll be under it soon. I am only a child for heavens sake!
When a murderer walks free, Are you still proud to be an American? And when an innocent teen is killed, Why does the killer walk free?   When a man is shot, Do you blame the victim?
Skittles In one hand ice tea in the other There came a night when A boy walks with skittles in one hand and Ice tea in the other This boy did not know this would be his last walk
Three out of four was the turn out. Growing up in a single parent household, College Park, Ga 30349 was my hood until my mother found a way out. Moved us quite a few times, then we hit Henry County.
The upper hand,they reprimand us. Doubting our Christianity,they call upon “god”to enlighten us.
 I am not Trayvon Martin....   but I know what it feels like to wear my favorite hoodie that's a little too dark for those who were taught to fear darker things  
Here I Walk Alone On This Street,Not Knowing My Life Would Innocently Be Taken From Me,Why Do Us Children Have To Be So Shattered, Hard times And Hard Struggles Is What Happens In Life But,Sometimes It's Just Too Much To Continue, Trayvon Isnt A I
In Sanford,Florida 2012 Trayvon Martin was shot but who's going to jail Word says that Zimmerman shot him and pleaded self-defense But who really knows the truth without real evidence Policeman left to right
When it's cold in the night we shall fight for our rightWe want shame to be goneFrom the land of the lightThe queen of the night is afraid of our might She teaches us the Qur'an Indeed an evil sprite
Trayvon, I'd like to know your favorite color. Maybe you have more than one, but it's okay. We all taste the rainbow one day So tell me its red.....like the dark crimson slowly seeping slowly from your soul.
I pledge allegiance to the flag,Of the United Sates of AmericaAnd to the republic for which it standsOne nation, under God, indivisible with liberty and justice for all.Liberty and justice for all...
Strangers and unknown people, I feel your stare, No matter where you are. Poking your nose too far into extremity, Searching for secrets that don’t even exist; Go look elsewhere because we do not respond,
Let me tell you about an unrequited love in me It is everything but quiet     it is demanding and begs for my time, day and night Sometimes we are sleepless, dancing in between sheets of
Far in the distance A war rages Staining crimson upon the ground Battle cries of victors and the fallen With every slash and stab A soldier thinks of his family The ones he may never see again
I am a voice of the shadows, Forgive my hushed tone, Because I am unknown, Unable to waste away But I am a voice unheard Day to day. No one can hear me, But I can hear everyone, Oh so clearly.
Jostling presumption. Underestimation of humans caused by systematic corruption. Thinning thoughts, thinning minds— indebted to continuous lies.
At age seven the boy's heart beats, at age twenty his heart bleeds. Died in peril, not in vein, the young man's heart feels no pain.
I choose my words because of their freedom the freedom they fought for they fought for me. I, too, am a warrior my weapons are my words. They are sharp and shocking, smooth and soothing.
There is no peace left on this woeful, wistful world; There is no wonder we worry about wages and wars— Wars to be waged. Darkness and violence lurk at every intersection, Waiting patiently to strike—
I can't deal with this anymore. The stress alone, The one way thinking. It's frustrating, overwhelming, too much...
the lights go dim i hear the whispers around me the eyes that stare the laughter filled in the room i look around and all i see are unfamiliar faces insecurity rushes in my body they point and mock
She walks in hand shakin’ against the door Eyes roamin’ ‘cause she hadn’t been in a court before. To the left she can see the main suspect, Her husband on trial for a crime he didn’t commit.
In one minute many things can happen choices are made deals are done decisions are reached and life changes irreparably
Peace Where does it come from? Does it come from the comforting good word in a lie? What peace can we have Knowledge kills and so does ignorance How can we sleep when damnation is in our own living room?
"with liberty and justice for all" Reciting this line everyday Do we even understand the meaning? Is our country based on a sham? Why make these declarations if they aren't even true.
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home. Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home. How familiar is my name, For daddy’s the one to blame... Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
Tell me a story, friend, in the empty watches of the night where only you and I exist on this perilous edge. But don’t, don’t tell me about the tears in my eyes or the bruises on your lips
I’ve got a noose around my neck, And a fire outside my door. I’m about to dangle in my distress I’m on the 107th floor. They say: Stay there, we’re coming. We’ll be there soon and,
The school from which Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. received his doctorate, Boston University, is, as its name implies, located in Boston, Massachusetts. This city is located in liberal New England.
There is little that makes sense in this world, But justice is something I understand. The equality of all men, And the celebration of each other.
Please explain to me the meaning of color The black and the white when mixed is no other For you have to place the people in boxes Why should you have the right to look us in our faces
Peace is acceptance. Peace is understanding. Peace is having the ability to see great beauty and purposeful life in all that exists.
It isn't fair. It shouldn't matter what color your skin or hair. It's a type of insanity, a crime against humanity.
Clink...Clink...Clink Can you hear them? Clink...Clink...Clink Can you see them? Clink...Clink...Clink Can you feel them? Those chains That everlasting bondage that keeps us unchanged
Look at all these presidents, They're all the same kind of gentlemen. Wearing their suits and ties. I wonder where are their wives. Sitting at home? Perhaps, I don't know Because they can't tag along.
Equal people, same in hand and face, but outcast quickly when not the chosen race. Die for beliefs that should self explain, that treatment you beg for, hope to gain. Scream and battle with tooth and fist,
It's like this so quickly we miss what things we try to remember the things we have forgotten and so I look on over the lives of those age has forgotten
If there was no sight, No skin would be seen; No eye colour found; No hair observed; No height measured. Blindness would a boon. Love would be heard. Affection felt. Tasted. Breathed.
The country rolls on to its Republic Day, Its youth feels the pinch, the pain, Screams, cries, shouts and the anger, Everything has been forgotten, Guess, everything went in vain… The one with a calling,
how can we call it justice when lives are taken and people are acquitted how can we call it justice when latinos and blacks are randomly being stop and frisk
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