BlackLivesMatter
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POW! POW! POW!
A black body hits the concrete
The concrete stained with blood
Red stripes represent freedom
Black bodies, black children, black slaves
Six Feet of Separation29, June 2020
Have you heard that theory?Of six-degrees of separation . . .
It says that any one person is connected by six or less people to any other person on the planet
Walking down a street being assulted... Starting riot's Just to stay alive...
To protect you own life Its unfair they are scared to walk outside! To be shot...
#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,
Standing together
strong as leather
never better
no matter the weather
we stand as one
the fights just begun
Standing together
strong as leather
never better
no matter the weather
we stand as one
the fights just begun
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.
Yet those doubting clear violence
Have they no moral empathyTo suggest atrocities are justified?
Do they see any errorsIn the analytical obvious judgment?Hatred never possesses an alibi
Welcome to America
The land of opportunity
The land of the free
With “liberty and justice for all”
Innocent until proven guilty
My life is politicized
Whether or not my life matters is up for debate
Yet when I speak my voice is not heard
My words are drowned out my words are blurred
The world is so cruel
When will we ever find peace on earth
We scream, we yell
Wanting to make a change
But it seems as if we are getting no where
I am hurting, full of rage
Step One
When you see flashing blue and red lights behind you, do not panic!
(Unless you are black.)
If so, run through a mental list
Rapid-fire
I am black. I am white.
Why does it matter?
All we do is fight.
All we do is chatter.
Why cant we accept were all different?
I am black. I am white.
All of this behavior is belligerent.
We walked in peace,
signs in the sky
You responded
with an army
We asked for
equality,
justice
You flooded us
with rubber bullets
and tear gas instead
To be small in a world of giants
Is to be ignored of your affairs
While your soul is heated by the flame
Their hair blows in the crisp morning air
As the giants tower with their heads held high
Everyday I'm seeing life through my black eyes,
Watching black lives fade away into the next life.
My chest, tight
It really burns because it's not right,
My brothers and sisters die daily and I do not fight.
So Today I Heard Rhymes...
By The Man DEFARI That Just BLEW My Mind... !!!
Because of The Vibe of His Rhyme Design...
Because He Spoke About WHY...?!?
In These Days And Times...
Your silence speaks louder than words
What happens today changes tomorrow
Speak on injustice, rise like songbirds
Your recent post, you put on a good show
Well It Seems Nowadays THAT..." Black Lives Matter "..... ?
Well I'd Say THE HUMAN Factor...
Is What We SHOULD RECAPTURE... !!!!!!!!
IN FACT What I Mean Is... "Capture"... !!!
ALL ABOARD... ALL ABOARD... !!!
But Hey This ISN'T A Train Or Some Game To Be PLAYED...
Or Some Kind of Cruise Ship Because This Here Is Calling...
You ........................ BANDWAGON Kids ...................... !!!
Is the color of my skin a crime?
As if I am not alive,
Dear God, all I am trying to do is survive
Because you never know when it’s time to say goodbye.
My people have felt deprived
It’s time to testify,
Is the color of my skin a crime?
As if I am not alive,
Dear God, all I am trying to do is survive
Because you never know when it’s time to say goodbye.
My people have felt deprived
It’s time to testify,
Is the color of my skin a crime?
As if I am not alive,
Dear God, all I am trying to do is survive
Because you never know when it’s time to say goodbye.
My people have felt deprived
It’s time to testify,
I'm driving the speed limit, car clean, I'm clean, everything is up to date
But I'm still stopped by the law I put my hands on the steering wheel
"Officer why am I being stopped?" "I ask the questions" (aggressive)
Your knee is on my neck
Hands handcuffed behind my back
I'm on the ground
I'm cooperating
Because their was a gun
Our black Americans are dying
Left and right everyday of the month
Just because he looks like your suspect
doesn't mean he was Making an arrest
off of suspension no proof
We are many shades of color.
We carry the most fear.
The guilt in the elimination of those who are us of coloured.
You will never know.
Mercifully you will never feel that tremendous traumatic terror on your heart.
You should never be held at gunpoint for false accusations.
He wakes up. And gets ready for the day.
Just to go to the store and end up dead the same day.
He was socially accused but no evidence.
Being black is not a crime.
Ralling together for justice shouldn't be as well.
What they did was unlawful, it was appalling, it was a barbaric murder.
Baby boy, I can’t even contemplate what you’re going
through, and when you go out those doors I always
worry about you, but hey, I know I raised you with
morals and values...
" I pledge allegiance to the flag,
of the United States of America.
And to the republic, for which it stands,
one nation, under God, indivisible, with
liberty and justice for all."
When trials come like furious wind to blow you down,
To tear your tender heart and have your tongue -- a pawn.
Be strong and fight for liberty and equity;
Not by your arms or guns but by your ink and words.
We are all human beings.
We all have feelings.
You are all the same in that we are human.
It doesn't matter what color we are.
We should all be against racism.
We are all equal.
My native land was filled with the clinging sounds of gongs and Loud beats of drums
That draws both the young and old to a common place of joy
They only thing thing that made us relate with the former.
We are independentWe are free.Yet nobody can hear me.
We are independentwe are free.Yet nobody can hear me.
Many innocent lives were taken.And now we must awakenTo the sheer horror of death.
I still remember, the freedom and the trees I was surrounded by
Suddenly replaced by the dark stink of a crowded cargo hold
A collective nightmare sailing during an endless night
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
A child born in a ward
A baby who cries,A mother who tries,To quieten the child,To hope him more mild,He sleeps.
For the family, delight
I am a Black American, who see's injustice all around me while breathing this ironic air called freedom
I am a Black Man, who's afraid to run down the street without looking like a threat to those who do not look like me
I’m not black, but I see you.
I see the that you are tired of innocent black men and women being killed. I see that you’re tired of being unheard and unlistened.
Black lives matter
Black lives matter because people are dead. So many lives lost, so many tears shed.
So much justice unserved.
Dear Past-Day America,
The dreams that you created by your own hands soon built itself with the wisdom and insight of mighty people.
Old Daddy D said,
Our people love the rivers
Told me the moving blue
Runs through our souls and veins
Old Daddy D said,
I have a dream.No not a regular dream, A big one.A dream where you can mouth myriad things and ideas what this generation has come up to be.We live in a world with a lot of subtletiesBut am I realizing the unobtrusive things around me?Colored peop
Another black man down. All because his hand went down to retrieve what the white man "thought" was an AR 15, but in reality he was only reaching for his ID. Micheal Brown was only 18 when he got dropped by the police. Why?
Black excellence a topic commonly talked about in the 21st century
very outspoken but what does it mean literally
because it's more than a hashtag we see on Instagram
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
All sad stories start the same
Kinda starts a while back
On a bench you could be asked
“How does it feel to be black?”
Frustrated!Frustrated at the actions of the people who's supposed to protect/Frustrated that right now my skin makes me a logical suspect/
Black people are always getting treated like dirt
Someones getting shot or ends up getting hurt
We try hard and fight for justice so this can stop
Black lives realy do mater
Seeing all these lives taken really makes my heart shatter
We're still fighting for equality and power
We need to proud of our skin
And be happy within
We cannot change it
Eye-seeking Melanoid
Adonte’ Dunn
I am an antonym of democracy,
the one who gets the negative end of the stick.
I am an eye-seeking melanoid though,
Feminism
It is not just about gender.
It is about the surrender of my identity, for a hypothetical destiny,
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
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
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
Im afraid
Im afraid everytime I walk out my front door
Im so afraid something might happen to me or my family and it burns me to the core
Afraid of what? so many people ask
I hate feeling like I have to choose between my country and my race.
I haven't said the pledge since Trump has been in office and my heart hurts.
My heart bleeds.
I love my country.
It's hard to look at a white man the same,
When your ancestors suffered, and they're the ones to blame,
White America will never be put to shame,
Senseless acts of murder, listen to the names;
my mother says that I came into this world Fightingfists clenched, two months too earlyborn beneath a clouded november skyon the verge ofSomething.
Being afraid of the dark is one thing
Being afraid of my dark is another
My dark is beauty and power
Not violence and sour
I shouldn’t give you fear
I shouldn’t give you tears
Its been a hard day
A lot of emotions going around
I can't stand down
I have to say it out loud
DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT
I know my hands are down
But I would like to stay alive a little longer
Hey, black child keep your eyes open they're out to get you.
Keep your head up they'll always try to keep you down.
Stay woke before they put you in your grave.
Red, white, and blue
What does that mean to you?
To you red might symbolize love
But to me red symbolizes the blood
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
5 silhouettes stroll through a white town alone
the sight of them causes residennts' mouthes to foam
4 jagged stones are thrown
aimed to shatter the dark kings' destined thrones
3 skins ripped to the bone
Once knew this girl,typical self hatred ran deep
Like a kangaroo that hated it's own leap
She was out of pocket with her tongue
Her pain was old but her voice was young
The Hate You Give
Makes me feel
on a whole other level
I have to cope and deal
I see your gun
pointed at my son
My dad, my uncle, my cousin, my granpa
We live in a world where violence is heavier than ever
We hear more about people getting killed, more than we hear about the weather
The Unapologetic Address By Hannah Hattie McBean
Ahem-Ahem-Ahem-Ahem Skin'n and grin'nGo on and skin that grin
No Comment
Running down blocks
Chasing through streets
Pulling off covers
Ripping up sheets
I went to look for my boy last night
You saw him play, step high, make strides
Fear.
Sadness.
Anger.
Death.
Nothing seems right
Nothing seems fair
Black bodies gunned down
The Cop I want at Pride
Sees the law as a growers guide
To a garden of a community
Written by amateurs
Who only slightly know what they’re doing
Curly haired girl with big brown eyes
Always looked different
And always wanted to hide
Curly hair seemed untamed
Brown eyes seemed all the same
But,
Share with me this moment.
As we lock hands, we take flight.
As we lock hands, we take control.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
If only for this moment we share a fate.
From the deep roots of my ancestors ...
A long never ending line of family ...
Blood to Blood so much history …
The journey begins …
Race ….
All powerful things come to mind ...
From all the history taught ...
Knowing on half of the whole story ...
Hearing it ...
My identity came with those around me because the ink cartridges on my skin weren’t enough
I am not black like the other black boys and girls
You were shooting in the dark
Succumbed to your conditioning
adrenaline and false positioning
No evidence, no threats, nothing...
Blinded by your motivation
Guided by your determination
Pen and a paper forces words to come strong.
You wanted elevation now I'm forced to screen law.
Comin’ in like a sheep in disguise.
To aid in the ignorance of my demise.
To those I idolize.
Black Power
I want to climb on a tower
I want the whole world to hear
This is what I fear
Is this what the world has come to?
I take a knee
In solidarity
With my oppressed brothers and sisters
For I am not free
A porcelain girl inside this world is trapped with hate but filled with love.
All is against her, for the light is pure and good
The dark is death and evil.
I am American,
the color of my skin or the kinks in my hair do not define who I am meant to be.
I too am just as equal as the other.
Beauty. You're too dark for thatYour luscious skin once againhas been attacked by such harsh mentorment and hate was destined for your fatespeak loud and brave, defend your fightno color no race shall determine the end Courage invades yo
"You have the right to remain silent”
I've been silent for too long, so then the question is
Is it really a right that i possess
I guess my whole life
My Black is Missing....
Did you know My Black is Missing? Did you know that my young, black sistahs are missing?
I don't think you understand me when I say you don't know. You've ignored it for so long...
I am strong & African American.I want you to accept me for me just because I have more melanin soaked so heavily in my skin that doesn’t define my intelligence.I wonder, why are we here?
Everyday we play danger with our lives. Smoking, drinking and partying with drugs. Tryna be a Tupac when in reality we just some low down wanna be thugs. We not shooters out here..We just should've, could've, would'ves in the hood. A NBA player to
They say black lives don’t matter cause we out here killing each other.And when they see him all they think of is a thug.Another brother who’s gonna rot in the gutter.Get his picture ready for the newspaper.Tell his mother her son ain’t coming bac
It’s not understandable as to why we face this issue
There are little girls that are barely 10 years old
that see what's missing
Dear Listeners,
We find it worthwhile,
To tell you that,
He was a father,
But he was Black.
He was a husband,
Let’s stick with the facts we don't want any one getting confused
In this world of different colors, why is it me I'm getting accused?
Not just that, at the hands of an officer I'm facing death
Everyone said they hated slavery but my brothers and sisters we still beat on each other not with whips and chains but bullets to the brain knifes to the vain.
Dear White People,Born to love and not to hate.I see a goal that’s not up for debate.Growth is nothing but and allusion, When all you do is jump to conclusion.Hung, beaten, separated, shot!Just as long as I didn't take your spot.Intimidated and th
Dear black kids, it is okay to feel. It is okay to show any emotion besides anger. However, with your circumstances I can see why anger might be the most prominent. Dear black kids, i'm sorry.
I saw duke's campaign
just the other day,
and learned alot of reasons
for words we shouldn't say
" I don't say man up
because I don't believe in gender norms"
MAN UP!
YOU'R A BOY!
If we aren't getting killed by cops or enduring police brutality
We are killing each other.
It's like the fighting never stops.
History is slowing repeating itself, just in different versions.
To be black
Madison Herring
To be black is to be a shadow
A memory of a slave who somehow got free
That ⅗ of a person
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home
‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own.
You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
My first REAL poem
.
.
.
No, you cannot touch my hair,
No, you cannot stare,
I am not an animal in a zoo,
But I’m often mistaken as one by you
Only if all my brothers where like Luke Cage I wouldn't have to see them all on the front page. At least not for robbing the corner liquor store, and when he tries to run away police catch him going through the back door.
White man stepped foot on Jamestown.
And she warned us that,
The Beginning of the End comes presenting gifts.
Along with the metal that they called iron,
White man stepped foot on Jamestown.
And she warned us that,
The Beginning of the End comes presenting gifts.
Along with the metal that they called iron,
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
I am one woman In a sea of million lives lost, I was a mother, a sister, a best friend, but that will never be included In your story for the news, so here is the truth, 10000 years In shackles, calling us other than our name, i ám left with one
History rewritten át the barrel of a gun, How mùch does she need to bleed, What can the blood on his face mean,Those hands, That mind, The name is unnoticed, You see Skin Color, Not the Story, You see Clothes, Not the Story, You see Stereotype, N
Young blood spilled on harsh ground
Anguished cries of a hurting mother and father
A surgeon’s plea for a steady hand as she
Questions why a babe was shot tonight
The opportunity they give me are like the fast food handouts they pass out on the street. Profile me and see what I can be. Black and powerful is what I see. I'm more than a thing I'm a human being a heart and soul is what you can't see.
To be or not to be
so if I didn’t want to be black
could I change my ethnicity
Because now and days cops can’t tell
A pack of .99 cent skittles
From a .9mm pistol and forget miranda she was never there
When I tell my mom that I fear for the lives of the people who I hold dear to me , she asks why
They say this the Land of the Free, well wait let's see
You brought my ancestors in shackles,changed their names,and branded them like cattle
Freedom came with a hidden agenda and freeing niggas wasn't on the itinerary
Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light
People born to privilege deciding what is right.
By the cop lights’ red glare, guns bursting through the air
Gave proof through the night, that inequality is still there.
six feet under
damn what a bummer
all because
of
their skin
what was the color?
black
in america, is this even a surprise
Oh, say can you see
The violence
The rallies
The death
We tell the world it’s freedom
But it is blood that paves our streets
It shines in the sun
Mocking gold
Minorities join together,
Speeches written on their suffrage.
Couplets composed with words like leather,
America is the land of the free and home of the brave
But individuals have been fighting racial injustice since they were enslaved
When I was 5, I stood with my hand on my heart and recited words I didn’t understand-the pledge of allegiance-to a country that threatened to deport my best friend and their family.
At this 100 day mark I am reminded of my past because of the present And I fear for our children's future I was a white kid reaping the benefitsOf a white South AfricaI don't mean to make a division,
Being part of America isn't a treat
People still shoot us down, cuffs on our hands and our feet
People from different races fight all around us,
cops caught in the middle
As I’m walking out, I see a different world.I stay looking at the news, telling myself this isn’t real.I feel like I’m always gonna be asking myself why. Why does the world have to be so racist.Why does the world have to have so much hatred. Why d
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
We fought for freedom, and rights that witheld us
The stars on our flag each equal a problem that drowns us
Our dirt is covered with laughs and smiles
When there stands a homeless child
Are we really great?
Oh great America,
I should be proud,
As a young black girl,
My black women,
My black men and children are falling down,
Over 500 years of oppression aggression and discrimination are still found,
“What has our world come to?” I ask.
Have we not learned from our past?
Morals are becoming a blurred sight.
We are doing things that we know aren’t right
Oh, say, can you see,
blinded by the tear gas
By the dawn's early light,
shining through our body bags as we lay on the street, hitting our 3 hour mark
What so proudly we hailed
Dear white america, why is our skin color your favorite target? We will continue to scream, black lives matter with our hands above our heads in protest to your brutality No matter what your thoughts are about it Our skin color isn't a threat t
You hate me and my kind because of the color of our skin
You think it's okay to mistreat and use us because we're black
Little do you know without us you're nothing
We "The Blacks" Have brought so much here
My mother has green eyes
They still call me a negro
She has straight hair too
But they still call me a clicker
My father has skin that’s black like cocoa
i have always been a fighter.
not the "squae up, meet me afterschool" type of fight.
i'm talking about the boy in my class just called me the "n word,"
A dangerous people, a dividing nation
A world full of hate
A FUTURE to believe in becasue America is great?
Let me tell ya'll something...
Bigotry and Violence, Racism and Injustice surround every city
They Steal Black children from their mothers’ hearts
They Changed the meaning of a gun
They Made it a crime to wear a hoodie while being Black
They Use a hashtag to justify murder
My heart goes out to those
Who have loved and who have lost
To the ones who did nothing
And yet still paid the cost
The cost for what, their
Pure dark cocoa, milk chocolate, toasted caramel, almond joy; & eveything in between.
Love your colored Kings & Queens.
For the color of my skin should not define me
It should not set a basis for stereotypes
I should be able to walk confidently in the skin God made for me
I should be able to walk down the street and not get shot
People say All lives matter but that's not true. To all my colored brothers and sisters do I matter do you? NOPE! Wake Up in the morning turn on the news and hear that one of us died. It's sad that people judge our lives.
We self-determine
We self-define
If you do not approve, then we respond,
"Your problem not mine"
He speaks English so impeccably
It's the envy of all the UK
Cam Newton, you piss me offyou're very existence makes my negro skin sizzle till it burns off, could never pick you to be a disgrace and sell yourself off.
I remember at the start
Everybody prayed
Twenty sixteen please be better
They said and said and said
I remember at the start
You're too angry,
these statements he said.
When he should have taken my hand
and asked me where it hurt.
Am I invisible to you?
You don't see me here?
My hips is wide
Scattered streets
Bevy's of the same,
Change seems like a void; hopeless
Act as one and united
is now among
It walks through the streets accepted
in all different stocks and kinds
My alarm goes off
The sweet sound of the ukulele jingle wakes me from my slumber
As I embrace my gray plush blanket,
I hit ‘dismiss’ and consider remaining in the warm, cozy fuzz of blissful sleep
When God says, “It’s time” it’s time.But the world was not ready for Trayvon’s cries and bloody eyes, as bullets struck his 17-year-old spine.Blood gurgling from his lungs as he yells for help But no one was to be found.Soon the nation roared with
I’m praying hard for better daysI promise I’m going to hold onSo many of my brothers dead and goneFlying high with the man in the sky Looking downWaiting for something to be done
We are shot when we are compliant
We are shot when we are defiant
There are mothers crying
There are children dying
They want to keep us institutionalized
I know what the Germans done
Frustrated!
Frustrated at the actions of the people who's supposed to protect
We want freedom in every way
Freedom from being shot everyday
Of course all lives matter
But what about all the senseless act
Of the killing of black males
black males and black females
Hello. My name is Carol Denise McNair.
On September 15, 1963 my mother expected me to return home safely.
Instead, four Klansmen decided to bomb the church I was attending.
Didn't they know children were in there?
It's the same ole song, Just a different day,
I heard the white man found a new uniform for the KKK.
My people doing a lot of tweeting but it ain't enough acting,
She asks me, Quieres café?
And I respond you are too sweet.
Too sweet to the point that I don’t have to take a sip from this Colombian coffee
Because you helped me rise when I fell deep and saw nothing but fake images.
Gods pen paints both my skin and limbs with very distinct shades of melanin, but they curse me for his beautiful creativity, to them my nativity is a scene of injustice, but that’s incorrectly worded, it should be a scene of justice.
Dear World,
You are so messed up, no really
let me break it down for you
The people who I see on the news or the even the people whom are listening to this want to hear that Black Live Matter.
God wants us at peace
He hates when we weep
Then the police put another nigga to sleep
They dont care what your name is
They dont give a fuck if yo name is pete
All they do is kill, kill and repeat
God wants us at peace
He hates when we weep
Then the police put another nigga to sleep
They dont care what your name is
They dont give a fuck if yo name is pete
All they do is kill, kill and repeat
Like Sterling SilverHe probably had a daughter He probably tried to shield her He was selling CD'sJust
Cleansing myself with words from God
Uttered through melodies of Truth
Wrapping themselves around my broken heart
Soothing my soul.
I have no more space in my heart
To mourn for you
It vanished when you stole me from my country
Became a gaping hole when you took my language
A man driving down the road
Listening to the radio
Chilling with his girls; his daughter and wife.
Story of a Little Black Girl
I was three.
Socks up to knees.
Posed in front of trees.
Mom saying cheese.
School wasn't ready for me.
Story of a Little Black Girl
I was three.
Socks up to knees.
Posed in front of trees.
Mom saying cheese.
School wasn't ready for me.
To be black is to carry a burden To be black is to carry the world on your shouldersTo be black is to be so magical they can't fathom the fact that you're real
When will it end?
My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news,
The killings of the innocent are giving me blues
It is never-ending trend
When will it end?
My heart cannot bear to hear the horrible news,
The killings of the innocent are giving me blues
It is never-ending trend
We must wake up for the world to sleep,
They ask why we "disturb the peace",
We ask why they place the chains on our feet,
Can they not listen to the screams?
Do they not believe in the dream?
How can you sit there and say that
“All Lives Matters”
When, clearly, All Lives do not matter when you see the
Same Race
Same Gender
How can you sit there and say that
“All Lives Matters”
When, clearly, All Lives do not matter when you see the
Same Race
Same Gender
Miscommunication, no empathy , the message never getting through.
I try and try, but you only see your point of view.
Understanding breeds from knowledge and compassion, characteristics I wouldn't use to describe you.
Dear Mother Society,
The ideal child,
I did as I was told.
“Close your eyes”
This world is innocent,
if seen by the eyes of the blind.
The ideal child,
I did as I was told.
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?
"All lives matter," they respond,
as thousands of black and colored people across the country
protest and rage against the countless injustices
that have been brought upon black men and women
Y'all can't keep killing us and thinking y'all are going to keep getting away with it we sick and tired of coming up with hashtags for our lost long black brothers and sisters that we ain't never met before but since you died we feel f
See if y'all keep playing imma turn this shit into columbine oh nah it's not funny when I make white jokes but when y'all make black ones it's a comedy show.
See if y'all keep playing imma turn this thing into columbine oh nah it's not funny when I make white jokes but when y'all make black ones it's a comedy show.
Every beginning has an end
and every enemy was once a friend
deception the act of making someone believe something that is not true
the act of deceiving someone
"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.
Faith is strong doubts
Like fear, are crippling
Still we fight and we
DON'T STOP
The color of my skin
Is no sin so i
Won't stop.
Walking Closely in Brotherhood
By: Alesiya Walker
Only God can create peaceful unity,
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?
I once was told I was never to succeed,
Because of my skin color and the way that I breathe.
Although I am not privileged,
Nor do I have eyes deep as ocean blues,
I am human and I refuse to lose.
You took a life from me
You took a life from us
They took a life from me
They took a life from us
"I took out the trash woman"
"He's but a stranger crazy."
My blood boils viciously
The spark of one
Became the flame of many
Trailing through city to city
Clouded eyes, unjust hearts
This type of blaze is a painful art
One by one the trees burn down
“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.
When you look at me, what do you see?
Is it the dark complexion of my skin
Or the fullness of my lips
Is it the way I embrace
People like me
As if they were my family?
Today, nobody gets to see
We had a voice, a dream, something to say
But the white people took that all away
Chains broken only to be put back together again
We had a love like no other
And found strength in one another
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,
The Power of God
I ask God why? And this is what he told me
My child who are you to question me?
I Am, The Judge, The Highest Priest, The Almighty
it comes as a great shock...to discover that the flag to which you have pledged allegiance...has not allegiance to you
-James Baldwin
so why is that we pled to a nation that don't doesn't care?
We go to school for about twelve years, but we have issues on the way to success.
As we get older, the environment becomes more dangerous.
The police become sinister and begin to destroy how God made us.
February 5, 1999
My name is Amadou Diallo.
I had just returned home after getting something to eat.
Four men in plain clothes slowly drove past me.
Parking their car they began to close in.
Our voices are heard
But maybe our words go in one ear and out the other
We barely communicate with our sisters and our brother’s
Try to at least hear one word that I say
Maybe we will listen one day
My dark skin isn't a sin.
Your perception of my obscure color is what you have within, and when I look at my reflection, I'm in love with my complexion.
Another child.
Another friend.
Another son.
Another daughter.
Another neighbor.
Another cousin.
Another mother.
Another father.
Another lover.
Another classmate.
I am Melanin
Got melanin?
I do, and why is that such a bad thing?
My hair is kinky; my nose is big.
I no longer wish to wear extensions,
Our black is beautiful.
Not only the black we wear but the black that runs deep within our veins.
The black tradition we keep,
Our black morals.
They don't understand the privelage it is to be black.
I am BLACK '
I speak BLACK
I preach BLACK
I be BLACK
For under inevitable circumstances things take a turn for the worse
Why ?
Because I am BLACK
I come from New York.There's a place here that goes by the name of Brooklyn.But it should be named CROOKlyn because there's nothing but thieves who took them & shook them.
A black girl's hair is her crown,Her light fluoresces even when she is down,A black girl's hair is diverse,But according to European standards it's the worst,
A hustler in love with a thug they are both into deep
their destiny is their loyalty for the other
their love is deeper then the ocen could ever be
Your existence is never trivialYour sins are always forgivableYour crimes are all permissibleNo matter how despicableYou’ll never be held accountable
Let's make this blunt like some marijuana. People never understand my mental process. How can someone so young have thoughts like these running through heir mind? Youth like me.
What do I find awesome?
Education and the fact that it helps me blossom
Everything from reading to color coding notes
Reading lets me discover new worlds and teaches me cool new words
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
#BlackLivesMatter, what does this mean?
It means it is time to stop the violence against our beautiful black people
It means that it is time for equality
It means not getting stopped for 'driving while black'
I see blood
Blood everywhere
It's not in their veins
But on the very soil and sand we walk upon
Bleeding into oceans
Rivers run deep with the sorrows
This is for my brothers and my sisters full of ideas, creativity, and passion. This is for those young black lives, the eighteen and nineteen year olds trying to make it to graduation or college orientation.
I am white and I am privileged
It is disrespectful to deny that relevant fact
Because when I walk to the store to buy candy
I don't worry for my life
Because when I see a police car drive by
Feet made of feathers
He takes flight across the cement air.
Dodging bullets meant to clip his wings
He soars through the forest of tenements to find a new nest.
It's hunting season,
I am scared to go outside because I am black.
It is two thousand and fifteen, and I am scared to go outside because I wear a hijab.
God
so i dont usually do this ting
but who ever you may be
all powerful and holly please
Look at them, them ironhides
ferocious backsides and smalls crater size.
Look at them, their at the belly of the beast
chest to chest these creators breathe.
It is terribly bleak and sound
your hands must have once tapped to the beats of Ray Charles, Beyonce, or perhaps Kanye.
realize
As I look around all I see is hate
Ina state that over looks every race ..wait excuse me it excepts the whites while the minorities are left on the sidelines..
There is no love left in this plastic society
If pandemonium had a soundtrack this would be it
Chaos Chaos we all cry out
We can't sleep
We can't breathe
Hands up don't shoot
Only together can we make a new type of soundtrack
The sound of peace
The burning crosses flow through my veins
Alloyed with the remnants of black berets and raised fists
The screens glow with the tide of imminent revolution
A path marched
Lives disposable
Beat cause I'm black in America.
I endure racism,
Self-hate,
Oppression,
Misconception and devised plans,
I lack introspection and revised plans,
So I strum to the beat of the white man.
To be me is be black
EVERYONE looking at me figuring the worst.
It seems like my skintone is cursed,
From Martin Luther King to Eric Garner
Black people are losing their honor.
But when I look at me
Boy Down
Mike brown
7 colors in the rainbow
But somehow,
It comes down to white, black and Brown
Skin does not define who I am, it is not my choice.I did not pick this skin so I gave my skin a voice.