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Miri Jun 2020
Why do I have to suffocate to be heard?
Why do my thoughts mean nothing?
Why does my voice hide among what they choose to hear?
Why am I not enough?
Am I not human?
I make mistakes, and repent for the sins I’ve committed?
Does my heart not beat?
Why is melanin the cause of my defeat?
Why must a witness determine the effects of injustice?
Why must a simple mistake be the last day I see light?
What reason should I die?
Is a $20 bill all that my life is worth?
Sushmita Jun 2020
An incident prompted people to fight for justice
Then there are some asking,
"There's been acts of injustice before, why were you silent then?"

Because it's better to act late than never.

It's just not right for them to say that you didn't stand up that time so you must not now.
It takes courage to stand for what's right especially against those who have power.

~ S.G
4th June, 2020
I totally support all the peaceful protesters fighting for justice. We need change in the minds of all so that there can never be discrimination based on race, ***, creed, caste and religion ever again.
Matthew Jun 2020
The Oldest Lie

The oldest lie we tell our children is that we are all equal.
We pretend. We lie. We digress from the truth to shield them from all evils.
But the truth is we dream of such a world where race, creed and colour do not define us.

We protect them from the facts of life and speak of the past, forgetting the present.
We praise MLK, Malcolm and Mandela as civil right heroes,
neglecting the bitter truth that they took the first steps on our long walk to freedom.

Enough is enough. Our children deserve better.
They need to know our struggle.
Only then can we dream of better things.
mjad Jun 2020
I feel compelled to post and speak
But my education feels too bleak
Yet blacks and whites and others too
See the harm the policemen do

I am white
But I'm not dumb
I see an action so blatantly wrong
The harm that the policemen have done

The people are out and the streets are loud
They will not rest until justice is found
One name fires up the nation
Yet the harm continues, little hesitation

There are good, but there are bad
People on every side of the issue are mad
But it's hard to deny the facts
Unlawfully taken lives can't be given back

Speak up for what is true and what is right
Even if you're scared since you are white
I know you aren't dumb
Help be the change that needs to come
-elixir- Jun 2020
The air grows crisp,
as the emotions for him
become dense.
Reliving the suffocation,
of the soul, as he fought
for his life
in the hands of
the spawn of the devil.
Together with tarnished
memories the world,
moves with weary steps.
For the sequel
of justice.
The human race is one. There are no divisions among us. Skin does not make us inferior or superior, Your intellect and behavior does. Deep down inside, all our blood is red. There is no difference among us we all are of the same race, THE HUMAN RACE.
Paper Heart Poet Jun 2020
I can’t breathe
On these choking
White streets of
The United
States
of
R
a
c
i
s
m
Maybe if we stopped looking at countries
and changed out perspective
then we'd see that we're all from the same planet
But just live in different places
our little-big "towns"

Because the best thing about a colouring book
is all the colours
White, blue, black and yellow
And without a colour, the picture would not be complete

And the best thing about a rainbow
is not the treasure at the end
but the colours uniting when the war begins between the sun and the rain
and that's what makes all the difference

and it's our strength, but also our weakness
I went through a poetry block for a little, but these recent evets have helped me a lot and inspired me
Tom Salter Jun 2020
9 minutes in ****, spent
pleading for rights the world has
failed to give him, but the white man
won't listen as long as he’s on that racist
coloured mission - a bent knee, once a pledge
of loyalty but now an act of atrocity: a snap,
crack and one final bark as a shade of black is
smashed, into the sharp, hard ground of the world
he once loved - so, please don't be silent, pick up
what is left at the pavement, a human life taken,
shackled, name-cuffed to a movement that
should have never been needed, but it now
rises, out of a community shattered,
to defend those lives that
should have always
mattered.
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