One fine morning, as the sun looked swell
A bunch of kids decided to head to a newfound beach
Enamoured by sea and sand
They chose to accompany the sun and the moon there
They tested the sand, mixed in some water to hold
Resumed the moulding and holding
The sand together
They kept the turtles at bay
And flicked away any baby ***** that showed up to claim their homeland
They shot the black birds that came to rest by the castle
For this beauty was theirs to relish alone
Some doves were entertained with food,
But no menace tolerated
Except for that of these blond brats
Yet, the day seemed swell
And fair
Then came a boy, big and bullyrag
Who twitched, punched, threw a tantrum
For this was his playground
He seeked power, and have it he shall
Just like every rowdy, stubborn, spoilt kid
And when rebellion surfaced, he stomped
Killed the *****, and turtle blood spill
The boys left aghast, he messed up America
Or did he...alone?

We raise our kids on words like suppose and almost.
A lifetime of Hallmark cards and empty promises.
As though identity is a multiple choice question
With only two options.

To the girl with hair too short for her liking,
And a body she does not recognize to be hers,
Do not consume the venom that drips from their lips,
Or respond to the pronouns stapled into you, as though
They know you better than you know yourself.

To the boy with the aching chest,
You are not bound by the stereotypes inflicted by society.
You do not have to justify your name to those with acid tongues,
And ‘cis’-tematic oppression carved into their hearts.

To every person
Who has taken their hearts and shoved it away in the abyss of their closets,
To every person
Who was told that their identity was like the moon
On days that it disappears from the sky,
I am sorry.

I am sorry for every mother, father, brother, and sister
Who took your identity with a mouthful of  intolerance.
I’m sorry you had to come out of hiding
From a game of Hide & Seek no one was aware we were playing,
And the tsunami of fear that ensued after it.
I am sorry that some of us could not handle your freedom to love.

To those lucky enough to feel at home
In your bodies of Adam and Eve,
Others are not so lucky.
Do not be the serpent;
be the guiding angel
For those who feel trapped in this tunnel of sin and uncertainty.
Spread the love they were once fearful to express,
And respect their right to be who they choose.
Be the ally to the world’s freedom of love.
Unlock the door for those locked in.

Black lives matter
When people quit making the distinction
Think about that
Before going off half cocked
With hateful thought

Maybe the seasaw was unbalanced when you got to it

skins aren’t skins
in this world.

they’re

death threats
inked permanently
on your bones
covering your body
with scratches and stereotypes,
bringing bruises and bullets to your head

and the only way to stay safe
is if the ink is white.

skins are signs
to know which ones
will pay the price
if you close your eyes
you will see the color
to marginalize

warped in a wrapped world
do we even see beyond
what pigment we have
or are we
wrapped around a warped world
where pain is really
skin deep.

isn’t it strange?
we live in a world where
the color of your skin
indicates how people
see you and
the darker it is,
the more invisible
you become.

i wish
we were all
color blind.

Black power? no we have black flowers
Because everyone’s beautiful, no matter the race
If only there was a thing like a mental shower
Clean out racism, get a change of pace

We are a nation of discrimination
We need to practice some elimination
The stuff that we should eliminate
It’s things that make us really irate
The fact the no one loves thy neighbor
Don’t wanna give out any favors
Rather shoot guns than have some fun
I’d rather make puns and go on a run

Exercise and increase mental capacity
Most people just don’t have the audacity
To speak out against the black and blue
Not the cops, but the kids hit with a shoe
People need to find outlets for their anger
Take flight like you’re leaving a hangar
Anyone can go and reach the sky
All you have to do is go ahead and try

Let’s reach toward a common goal
Encourage change in the U.S, choose right at the polls
Is it weird that a white guy wrote this?
I’m not white, just a young man wrote this

“Oh, that kid is wise beyond his years”
My age is not a measurement of my tears
I’ve been through much even though I’m a tall white man
I should be privileged right? That’s what you don’t understand
Discrimination will end when race, ***, and age just describe how you look
Not a judge of how much you’ve hit the books
Or how much illegal stuff you took
Instead of being pawns we should be queens or rooks

We are all just humans, born equal under the stars
Once we learn that, we are going to go far
Our progress has stopped because of stereotyping
And our views have been skewed because of overhyping
Media says something is great, everyone will believe
It's hard to dodge hate, I have to bob and weave
Work my way around any obstacles
But if these barriers would go away, that would be optimal

Religion and race aren’t anything but a face
A front, to not leave a trace
A trace of guilt for those who have killed
People other than themselves, whenever they willed
Just because someone looks different doesn't mean they aren't the same
We were all born equal, until discrimination came

Ever since the Twin Towers, we are afraid of Muslims
Ever since Pearl Harbor, Americans hated the Japanese, and it puzzles them
Why do Americans practice so much inequality?
If you want some real talk, please call me
I’ll say that I hate what our nation has become
Since men enslaved other men, everyone is dumb
They feel different types of people are worse than them
This nation really needs a new hem

Let us sew it with a different kind of fabric
Cause the current one makes me mad sick
*******? No, we have multicultural flowers
Let's try to stop this world from going sour

As I walked through a bitter wintry night,
ghosts whispered through my ears a tale of fright.
I felt my throat growing slightly tighter,
as I hear them speak of a mysterious writer.

A man of tremendous talent once walked this town,
and he would always wear a coat of hazel brown.
He wrote stories of wonder that brought children glee,
and people would always ask for more with plea.

Though when discrimination unleashed its wrath,
prejudice stood against his path.
As men and women mocked his believes,
all of his happiness were mourned in grieves.

As his resentments were freed from chains,
rebellious anger in his story it gains.
Vengeance of evil in his tales did fly,
a mad man he became as he cursed to the sky.

Unjust it was to him; evil crippled his mind,
he massacred the town as if he was blind.
And when his sins did wrap around his head,
his knees buckled and he was dead.

My lips were quivering upon hearing this tale.
Frozen as I was, my face grew pale.
Petrified I was as my heart jumped to my throat,
because I was the man in that hazel brown coat.

For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined indoors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.

Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have begun to enjoy
A handsome return.

After unremitting exertion
In a special way
Drawing attention
Investor we have indeed
Created job opportunities
For numerous in need
On their turn who have
Many mouths to feed.

We members of the fair ***
If not denied a chance
Could outsmart
Many a man, in a given
Task, grappling with his part.

In the Science
And political arena
Ladies that prove brilliant
Must come to the limelight.

In the military
And peacekeeping task
On the athletics track...,
There are also women
Who merit a tap on the back.

Breaking the double yoke
Must be the era's talk
Gender based discrimination
Should  no longer  pose
In development's wheels
A spoke!
Let  this volubly
Resonate from
North to South
And from Beijing
To New York!

That shy labour laden folk
stares in full force tunes
a dogmatic humour
of blunt double edged time
It's as if the tone of the skin
is an artist mix-up makeup
such an angry ignorant world

Dig the ground to depths
Ping the bells in the nights
Ding the **** in sight

In a world where right is wrong
the wrong that is the ethical truth
a shiny death bed with rotten caskets
masks of superior contextual ego
the masters sedated in the graveyards
the rulers selected in dark tunnels
such an angry ignorant world

Trick the graphs in halves
Move the lines in curves
Construct the earth as carves

Line up these thoughts and crunch
That a man is man, his deed maketh him
His action is his absolute character
the colours we wear makes us act
ruthless like dogs in the dead jungle
spit those words, eat the falsified values
starve to see the plentiful truth
Such an angry ignorant world

Paint the canvas of the time
The fallen sense of the mime  
*Un-cleansed humanity dime