mike brown
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Democracy?
An illusion
Freedom?
A delusion
How are we supposed to feel
with Isis's intrusion?
We're stuck in bad habit
while they're organizing their cabinet.
Another child.
Another friend.
Another son.
Another daughter.
Another neighbor.
Another cousin.
Another mother.
Another father.
Another lover.
Another classmate.
It is the color of my skin and the texture of my hair,
which makes people create assumptions that are not are not there.
we are under the comfort
that blooming flowers are bright
that they shine like stars in a glistening night--
that they are good and small, like a beacon of light--
but we can't tell what's a flower
I'm afraid to raise sons in this world.Black men who will be profiled and targeted from my womb,
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back
You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black
You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
We want to see these black boys fly
Cops rather see these black boys die
Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs
