SocialJustice
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Give me a drum,
Give me something to hum,
I’m so sick of sitting here,
Twiddling my thumbs
It true that unlike some,
Black lives matter.
We need to live in peace.
Climb up this social justice ladder.
So we can get out of this in one piece.
black
girl
magic
its suppression in this world is tragic
the land of the free
home of the enslaved
black
girl
magic
its suppression in this world is tragic
the land of the free
home of the enslaved
I grew up in a suburb
I grew up in a suburb full of white people
I went to school with only a hand-full of minority students
Arid remarks
Shrugged-off side glances
Painted with painful disdains
Torment and colorful disgust
Intrinsically defined by nothing but
Side comments and catcalls—
Little girl.
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.
I was always jealous of her clothing.
Not because of what she wore,
But due to the magic in her protective red.
Her pale complexion
Privilege, fair skin, and Latina pride
My privilege is living in America with Latina blood and fair skin
Southern mobiles bear a strange sound,
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
Genocide
Suicide
How some people just get to slide.
Why humans?
I want to study you
Research why we do what we do.
Might even discover something new.
Why humans?
True, this talk
We live in this world together
I can’t run from you
And you can’t run from me
There is a limited space of land & sea
No matter where you go
"We are connected in an inescapable network of mutuality
