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You say freedom of speech But not for me as things be I breath heavy with scenes See things as a minority As a young Latino male I see lots of myself in jail Traps are set and on sell Equal blood color is spilled Martial law across the hall Racial wars coming along Rest in peace to Trayvon Another young man gone Contributions are all illusions Spreading through confusion Relations between contusions Love for those who abuse them One of my best friends is black One of my best friends is white One of my friends is masculine One of my friends is feminine One of which was a criminal One of which was a clinical Both of my friends are humans Finding out life is so typical Two of my jewels were blue Two of my girls shared hue Two of my schools loved me Two of my enemies cut me Two of my mothers cried Two of my brothers died Both of which had big futures Before hate took their lives Three of my peers are my equal Three of my peers make new evil Three of my tears stained the paper Three of my years were endangered Three of my hearts broke in time Three of my guardians declined All three rose up against me And began to belittle my mind Replies depend on the victims And the symptoms felt in them To fight back or stop living To keep going or be bed ridden Is the valley to deep to dip in Are the times increasing division Humans beings have hurt vision Blind to a philosophy holistic The clocks are going tic tic I've been called a young **** My friends ancestry exist My friends ignorance is bliss He holds onto passive racism He doesn't notice the shifting He says, "I have black friends But... ," Just to avoid friction So you say freedoms of speech But you don't really know me As a majority with a minority How can you experience things That your culture brought to me Left my people ***** and hurting And I'm not from genes of slavery So think before you speak.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Closet Racist
You say freedom of speech But not for me as things be I breath heavy with scenes See things as a minority As a young Latino male I see lots of myself in jail Traps are set and on sell Equal blood color is spilled Martial law across the hall Racial wars coming along Rest in peace to Trayvon Another young man gone Contributions are all illusions Spreading through confusion Relations between contusions Love for those who abuse them One of my best friends is black One of my best friends is white One of my friends is masculine One of my friends is feminine One of which was a criminal One of which was a clinical Both of my friends are humans Finding out life is so typical Two of my jewels were blue Two of my girls shared hue Two of my schools loved me Two of my enemies cut me Two of my mothers cried Two of my brothers died Both of which had big futures Before hate took their lives Three of my peers are my equal Three of my peers make new evil Three of my tears stained the paper Three of my years were endangered Three of my hearts broke in time Three of my guardians declined All three rose up against me And began to belittle my mind Replies depend on the victims And the symptoms felt in them To fight back or stop living To keep going or be bed ridden Is the valley to deep to dip in Are the times increasing division Humans beings have hurt vision Blind to a philosophy holistic The clocks are going tic tic I've been called a young **** My friends ancestry exist My friends ignorance is bliss He holds onto passive racism He doesn't notice the shifting He says, "I have black friends But... ," Just to avoid friction So you say freedoms of speech But you don't really know me As a majority with a minority How can you experience things That your culture brought to me Left my people ***** and hurting And I'm not from genes of slavery So think before you speak.
andre-baez
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
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