well there goes another parade,
we're now marching with rainbows on our bodies and hashtags on our face
our roars pierce the skyline as the guns fire
in our direction
another life lost
and now we have a new sensation
young man murdered for a skin colour he didn't choose
young man murdered because 'he seemed like he was from the hood'
young man shot dead for following the rules
hashtags flooding twitter, photo sets on tumblr, double taps on instagram and likes on facebook
debates firing up and questioning the truth
with the names of the dead carved on our skin
girls murdered for loving girls and boys murdered for loving boys,
a girl being murdered because she no longer wanted to be a boy.
we're crying,we're laughing,we're screaming and we're dying
and now the walls are covered in our writing
because we will never stop fighting
BANG; another kid, another life
another dark toned baby
taken away for no real
another mother mourns
over her proudest accomplishment
another brother cries when he
passes that street corner
another sister says nothing...
she is desensitized from
last week's loss
BANG; a different kid, a different life
Nothing to you
Because they look like me
Hashtags, forgotten in a Facebook feed
Should have done this, should have done that
All becomes irrelevant from a rata-tat-tat
Quick on the trigger, when color hits the eye
That racial bias keeps fatalities high
But that's me too, in case you forgot
Behind every tragic black body shot
Always a moment away
From a cop's bad day
They'll take their leave from work
And still get paid
The facts exist, believe it or not
Silence is compliance, so we'll still get shot
I'm white and black, but they'll only see the latter
So stand with me, shout Black Lives Matter
We screaming black lives matter
But all they see is a bunch of disobedient slaves.
They screaming all lives matter
But what they meant to say is only white lives matter.
Is it because only white lives in power?
But nah fuck that, it’s just cowards in power.
The only thing that separates me from Rosa parks is a bus seat.
In the back of the bus while they spittin some heat.
Typical little black boy
Thinking his only option is to rap or ball.
His only plan is to rise to the top
But that white lady at the end of the hall,
Trying to get some sleep, so she calls the police.
NYPD, New York’s finest pigs.
They rang out 4 warning shots
And now the little black boy dead.
Fell Before he ever had a chance.
But when will they realize?
It’s time to end this 500 year genocide.
This country was founded on the idea of being who you are in liberty, yet there are people trapped in closets because the monsters are on the other side and the darkness has become too comforting at this point; the face of death has become too beautiful to want to turn away. We are hidden, dancing around the idea of being hung as perfectly as that shirt that was “too gay”; planning our proposal to the Grim Reaper because, at this point, he is the only man who can “turn us straight”. We’re rolling out our blueprints and studying the structure of surviving instead of accepting that we’re different and actually living. The pride that used to live in us died a long time ago, maybe around the same time we were in the closet writing our suicide notes; for others, it was the day they were calling their loved ones for final words before their pulse was devoured by the hurricane.
This country was founded on the idea of being who you are in liberty, yet it was built off blacks and Native Americans forced into captivity; sold and sent off into slavery. The basis of this country is “freedom”, but… I’m still trying to find the point in time when we practiced what we preached, um - have you heard the joke about the Annoying Orange? He was elected president. No, wait, I think it was actually part of a horror movie. I’m sorry, was that racist? Because there are people on twitter who rant about how “REVERSE RACISM DOES EXIST” and “WHITE OPPRESSION”, now please don’t get offended, but it’s 2017 and the true founders of these divided, yet technically united, states are being held at gunpoint simply for being born that way. Just when we thought the crackling of our spines was enough to run the white boys away, they had to send their dads in to drop charges labeled “thief”, “thug”, and “felon” on our shoulders until they crushed our will to live. Now don’t have hope on justice for that is nothing but a fairy tale. If you haven’t already realized, the dragon of their arrogance grows the more they see us fail.
This country was founded on the idea of being who you are in liberty, ...but we forgot to include women in the subtext. Did I say “we”? I’m sorry. I meant HE, and not HE as in God who created you and me, but HE as in the Annoying Orange and every Arrogant Coconut elected to run this country. Apparently, we must conform to their manly mentality, their barbaric way of living because
“Women are too emotional”
“She’s probably PMSing”
But tell a guy he throws like a girl and watch his estrogen crawl from the deepest corners of his eye sockets as he runs away; their faces flushed with shame… because being feminine is something to be ashamed about. Throwing like a girl is offensive. Losing to your girlfriend in 2k is not Ok.
“You must obey me” they say.
“You belong in the kitchen”
And all we knew to say was “ok”.
You see, I’m tired of being tamed by men and am regurgitating all these false allegations.
I will not stop eating chocolate cake to please you. I love chocolate cake. It pleases me.
I will not watch my weight to protect your pride. Loving my weight is my pride.
I will not do squats because you want to post a picture of me on Instagram under hashtag thicc. I hate exercising. It’s exhausting.
I will only stop eating chocolate cake when I start to break out in places I shouldn’t.
I will only watch my weight when my doctor tells me I will die otherwise.
I will only do squats when I want to check myself out in my new bikini in the summertime.
This country was founded on the idea of being who you are in liberty, but it’s difficult to get the message across without learning the word “respect”.
You. Heterosexual judging me. Respect our various identities.
You. Caucasian individual. Acknowledge and respect our black history.
You. Cisgender male oppressing my womanhood. Respect your own mother.
You. Liberal teen defending your right to believe. Respect the worn out Cheeto puff.
And you will see…
Maybe one day we will know a free America.
Grab your pitchforks run him outta town,
only because his skin is brown.
If he knocks on the door don't let him in,
only because he lacks white skin.
Punch his face with a bang and a whack
only because his skin is black.
Pull out your gun shoot him in the head,
only because he grows his dreads.
Lock him in jail for nothing bad,
call him a loser and a deadbeat dad.
If you don't think you've gone too far,
you're wrong, your soul's as black as coal tar.
Black lives matter
Not a war cry, but a plea
An affirmation, united nation
A cry of passion and a
call to action
The coming together
All lives matter--or rather--
White lives matter
When the police say, please
Put the gun down, cease!
As our brothers and sisters lie deceased
In the streets
With their murders captured, viral, shared
Not a human, but a piece of meat
The enemy of the people
The enemies of "we"
Sit high upon their thrones
Dictating laws for you
They tell us we are free
While they force us to our knees
Our enemy is not beside but
The persons above, who reside
"They" "the man" "big brother" "the suits"
Obama, Trump, Clinton--Bernie Sanders, too
United we stand, united "they" fall
And perhaps, on that day, we can say "all"
But for now
Black Lives Matter
To fight is our choice
The power is in the people and
Our collective voice
Stand together, make things better
And hear humanity rejoice
please dont touch my crown
the black rubies were encrusted by steve biko
madam cj walker made it a sign of royalty
blood was shed for this nappy hair
i am a servant to this crown, and i will show my loyalty.
please dont touch my crown
i can feel the curlism in your fingers
your greedy hands appropriate it for relevance
you have hated volume and colour for centuries
but now you see beauty where you once saw pestilence.
please dont touch my crown
let your eyes feast on the sight of true glory
forget about vanity, and hear our chains
taste our dry blood, smell our lynched bodies
but never touch our hair without remembering our pain.
We’ve slept for too long...
slumbered thru the day.
hate has grown strong
and we all stand amazed.
staring at the blaze
of a culture on fire.
who will douse the flames
of the outraged and tired.
if we’re silent while it matters
we’ll never see change,
as tyrants rise to power
keeping people afraid.
Dr. King dream spoke of resolution,
now the blood of our kids
is the fuel of revolution.
Justice will prevail
by man or by God.
In our lives or our kids’
against all odds.
To endure for the justice
of the unlawfully slain.
We need the power
held by the blood of ultimate grace.
America is hungry
Hungry for black bodies
Eating and eating but never satisfied
We are in a never-ending Thanksgiving
A holiday gathering we were forced to attend
Swallow us whole
Cough up our bones
Hand them to our families,
We should be grateful we at least got a souvenir right?
Holiday pictures of us
Hanging, like strange fruit
I never knew how appetizing we looked to them