black lives mater
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Changing the world is like growing a tree
It can take many years, but it starts with a seed
A shred of hope that things will get better
A poem wrote with pain in each letter
Today I’m gonna take you all into a world we don’t all know. A world that contains all of Us. A world with its high’s and its lows
The propaganda they crack but I ain't buying/
Blues beat the blacks, black and blue so red they lie in/
Watch the news it ain't nothing new, my people still suffering/
What do I call myself?
If the world sees me differently
than I see myself?
If I’m a blancita?
Blancita, a white girl.
Am I just a white girl?
After the mourning of the beasts until proven ghost,
The guilty until proven dead,
After the mindless melanin wars
Black fists
reaching at the sky.
Clouds
large and airy -- white yet
translucent;
Seeming to be made of glass.
Visualization is all I see
I visualize us of being free
Tears and shawdows of all the dark dreams
Maybe I just want us to be alive and free.
Being who you are and remaining true
Over all of the pain and sorrow
We will overcome
We have to stay strong and believe that the world can be altered
Once in a while things will get tough, but we have to stand tall and be judicious
The one thing that upsets me the most, is when they teach racism and segregation in school.
Because as a little kid growing up never did i even fanthom the idea that someone could be superior to another based on the color of their skin
America has caught a fever
FIrst it took Oscar
Then it stole Treyvon
Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin
Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
