We lived through song.
Church hymns, jazz, and folk music.
We jirated, danced, and moved to any beat we could.
Because when we moved, our minds were at peace.
We didn't think.
Didn't think of our children being murdered.
Beaten.
Lynched.
Burned.
White America will tell us that period of history is over.
But I know it to be untrue.
Because I still see our children being murdered.
Killed in cold blood.
Left to bleed out in the streets.
Only this time,
people aren't gathering in groups.
They're not rioting against us.
Happening all over the globe,
cops are turning into murderers.
A boy who stole a cigarillo,
shot dead point blank in the head.
A man with an open carry permit,
shot in the chest with his baby in the back seat.
A woman going to jail for a broken headlight,
hung by jail guards.
I don't recognize my country anymore.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
why did i have to dream about you?
the memories were finally slipping from my mind
like string unraveling onto a mess on the floor
it was hard picturing us having a bonfire
talking about music with the beer in your hand
as a girl of only 10,
you were my world,
my rock.
my only father figure,
but i'd never put that on you.
in my head,
you were perfect.
maybe you weren't, though
and that's okay.
i'm far from perfect now..
i haven't had a dream in a year,
and the first dream i finally accomplish
is of you.
vividly.
heartbreakingly
coming back into my life
our lives,
which you should have done so long ago.
we need you now,
now that he's dead.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
I don't need you anymore,
you're not worth fighting for.
Cut the noose loose from my neck,
and take back everything that is left.
I'm a mess,
**** I'm a wreck.
Do I care?
Do I dare try to survive?
After everything that has happened in my life?
You left, no trace.
Didn't even care about my sunken in face.
Long nights drinking, all day dreaming.
Oh **** there's nothing to believe in.
Cold nights, all day in hell.
But it doesn't compare to the way that I felt.
Hollow bones, hollow-er heart.
Can you blame me for wanting to go back to the start?
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
My love is not controversial.
You are not permitted to
Define it, or make light of it.
It is not my choice to love.
I didn’t pick and choose.
You call yourself so righteous
In your morals, but you
Judge us
Which your dear
Religion told you so often
Not to. don’t call my love fake,
Do not make slander.
Don’t pretend that you’re better than us
Do not protest at our events,
It will only make you seem more
Ignorant to the truth.
Your closed-minded morals disgust me.
Just think how many connections,
Friends and acquaintances you could have.
I’m sorry you judge us so easily,
But I can’t care about it
Any longer.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
You are like a demon,
walking through my life so
carefree and happy to ruin
all that I had left.
He was like a snake,
slithering through my life,
and leaving so quickly. I almost didn’t notice
when he slithered away. In the middle of the night,
I heard the faint hiss of you leaving.
They were like birds,
singing songs of how I was never to forget your
hiss. I was pathetic, and you were
just another person who left. And everyone
knew.
I was like a deer,
caught in the headlights of your vehicle.
I was all but lost, and you didn’t care.
All you did was
run over me.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC