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Helina Jun 2020
Let me ask you a question..
Why is it my skin color
That bothers you so much?
The fact that I have melanin
It triggers you enough,
To pull out a gun?
Point it right to my head
And take my life in a split second.

Let me
Ask you a question

As far as I know,
All our insides look the same.
Whether it’s the most evil person in the world,
Or the most kind hearted soul.

We all have the same kinds of stomach, heart, and lung.

So Why?
Why is it my skin color that bothers you so much?
That i look a little different,
than what society has accepted is alright.

What does being racist,
Bring to your table?
Why do you think being any other color but white,
Is being unstable
Why does God
making your skin a little light,
Make you think you have powers
And you rise up above

So Let ME ask you a question,
For the very last time…
Why is it that you live in the 21st century,
But your ideology is still stuck in the 1820s.

Don’t you see?
Go look at the nearest protest in your town
Or go search for a video while inside
It’s every race that’s screaming for justice
We’re all standing by each other's side
Our so called leader threatens us with force
But like those many signs say,
It’s “No justice, no peace” for us all

So many innocent lives taken,
Linching was way back then,
But they’ve brought it back in a legalized version
You swore you would respect
the humanity of those whom you encounter
But here you are stepping and looking down on somebody’s father
While he screams “I can’t breath” louder and louder
Then we go out seeking Justice
During a whole pandemic
Risking our own lives
For those who were wrongfully shot,
But get left on the street dead
For 12 hours just for showing love

A father shouldn’t have to fear for his life
A mother shouldn’t have to teach her child
How to stay safe,
While doing the most peaceful things in their town
Nobody should be scared to go on a jog
Or be frightened by the police
Just because their skin color is black

“Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend”
Said Martin Luther King once
So we will stand here to make a difference
To make it be and stay love over hate.
It's time to end the suffering.
It's time to say this is not right.
I don't know if there was ever
An American dream.

Every black life matters.
See pass colour because
Our blood is all the same.

Untwist your mind open your
Eyes and look at the hate that's
Festering like a cancer.

Another black life is taken but
He will not die in vain.
Your skin colour should never
Be a death Warren.

Is this making America great again?.
You can call it by another name
****** is still ******.
It's time to say no enough is enough this should not be happening the colour of your skin should never matter
Rh Sep 2018
Defined as the very darkest colour
like night or coal.
A colour used to define us,
to undermine and determine us.
Killed for wearing a hoodie.
Killed for breathing and being.
Our ''black'' blood is poured into white painted mugs
and when it can no more,
it spills over.
Our ''black'' blood is littered on the streets of THE BRONX.
All these injustice are slapped onto newspapers,
a few blogs and protests
but the justice system is never put to tests.
My black is beautiful.
My complextion has already granded me a million dollar tan,
my thirsty dry *** hair defies humidity.
My black beauty is earned NOT GRANTED
does not lose confidence when challenged.
My black is beautiful
therefore powerful
My black is swagg therefore never wag.
yahya sayins Mar 2016
My bike got stolen
Outside a KFC
It wasnt Dolan
It was a guy I couldnt see
He ran fast, faster than light
Wasted some kool aid on the floor
And then he was out of sight
I didnt even reach the door
The theif was asian

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