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How dare you tell the boy He amounts to nothing That he weighs more than a bulldog But must bark like one in order to matter How dare you tell the boy He should not have been nervous
Living on campus is too dangerous these days As I have a fear of guns that will blaze As school shootings are not a phase So I commute A thirty-five minute drive
my niggas are drenched from head to toe in red. colors matter. my moms face is overwhelmed in blue. colors still matter. traumatized criminalized minds on green. colors will matter.
Labels I am born to a family labeled Before I could walk Before I could talk I am labeled
We are more separate than equal if you ask me. Why can't we all get along in this country. Saying All Lives Matter is a hyperbole
My parents tell me that as a little girlI picked up paper money and yelled “Mom look at this pretty cardboard!”
Haven't you heard?The minorities are still the majorityYet the majority still aren't flourishingParalyzed, trapped in poverty, jailedWhy is that, you askHaven't you heard? Did you watch the news?Another black person downNot by another young foolBu
The truth is we’re scared of which one of us is next , We don’t want to admit it , While there’s a hesitant gun aimed at our chests , Why at such a young age should we have to fear death ,
The heavy metal became the pedal for the pedestal at the federal level. The ones who control take the toll of soul, painting black. The ones who've yelled pull to the man in black,
Sometimes we treat dead bodies better than living ones But its not the same for me Because my life has been filled with gunshots from the people who are meant to protect me And now that im laying on the cold hard cement
Rainy days with a cigarette in hand. No better feeling Outside water taps on the roof In the living room smoke floats up to caress the ceiling While the poet just sits. Aloof
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?
Growing up like any other kid i had to have “the talk”. You know the talk when they explain that people will automatically assume that your ignorant, thunderous, and bombastic because your 10 shades darker than them. Or you know the talk when you
we live in amerikkka and they say we are free. but we are secretly being put back into slavery. they call or men thugs and our women whores we retaliate but get pushed on the floor.
When you’re born they ask how dark?Does my life matter?When you’re a toddler and people call you pickaninnyDoes my life matter?
They call this the United States But the State we're in is not United Some cops are killing and not being indicted How many more will it take? You think we got nine lives?
Hey Mom , Be right back I'm going to the park to take a nap; Those were the last words I told my mom; I would've said more if I knew my life were going to disappear like a bomb;
how am i supposed to feel, when we live in a world where it's a crime to feel? when i was a little girl, i was happy, i was bold. i could run with the wind, the air was almost rushing thorugh my blood; cooling my veins.
It sounds like heavy rainfall Water burdened by the iron that colors it Graffiti sketch its hue splattered backdoor streets Red and blue lights illuminating the darkness
I was sitting with my friends the other day and we got on
Two begin, one no greater than the other Life begins, and one man is called a brother No longer like kin, the other joins a fraternity Enforcing the ladder of social hierarchy
This video was created to transmit disgust with incidents of law enforcement officials relying too heavily on violent measures of interventi
if i died today i bet no noise'll