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Carlo C Gomez Aug 31
Racist in a cab,
deputized,
weaponized,

Heading for the wealth
of the Tulsa Wall Street,

His hateful hands cannot
drown God in an pond,
but they've often
lynched his sons.
MJL Feb 2019
A choice
Do what they do
Fight the ***** fight
Do it to them
Take it from them
Lie about them
Wage war on them
Their righteous greed controls
They have the moral high ground
In the name of their "God", they dream
Of keeping us down
We must
Fear them
Patriate them
Oppress them
Malcolmize their pain
Invert their rain
Watch it flow back up
Up to the clouds
Crack on them
Break on them
Smash them to the ground
Return everything to dust
Let the sun shine through
Move what stands in our way
Shed all that cast a silky shadow
Your freedom lives
Arch back and feel the sun rain down your face
Follow the sacred Caucasus Mountain Pass
Your right to the human dream
Your sacred seasoned skin
Tarred brown by party soot
Feel the warmth of the  Queen, King, and Mother Luna
As you fall from grace
For what is Right
Your mumble in the jungle is heard
You cry
Tasting the drops
Those delicate drops...
Of Freedom


© 2019 MJL
Racism is a call to action for those who have the will for change. The fight for freedom starts with all of us. Don't be afraid. Fight for being human and all of its glory. Each of us deserves it.
Flo Jul 15
Every time you open your mouth
And those awful words
Assault my ears
Remarks about sexuality, origin and gender
The endless rambling
Endless arguments
Endless discussions
I won't take them
I won't remain silent and
I cannot refrain from pointing out
That your hate is not an opinion
Have the courage to speak up :)
Francie Lynch May 17
We fell all the time.
It was a matter of balance.
Our inner ears and eyes
Struggled with gravity; and
Being upright is our gravest concern.
So, we always stood again,
Revolving around equilibriums:
Bikes, ledges and feet;
Everything was a test. Everything needed balance:
Wheelbarrows, roof peaks and checking accounts.

I've learned balance for adults
Is even more precarious.
Our words are heavily weighted,
And some more disproportionately than others,
With see-saw issues and teeter-totter opinions.

Isn't it easier to get back on the bike
Than walk back unbalanced arguments.
Dark chocolatey skin bears the flag of red
Coloured, a sin; these feelings are cultivated and bred
So they're brought to toil on white soil
Reminiscing the scent of their native land, the sweet patchouli oil.
As they trudge through barren land, lost hope and ****** soles mark their path
This coloured discrimination instigates fair feelings of wrath
A helplessly agitated mind and yet they stand still
With wistful eyes, devoid of their free will.
At night, they sing to themselves songs of a land far away
As they drift off to a restless sleep, dreaming of being back there someday
Scalding feelings of entitlement and vengeance have taken birth and clouded minds
Working on indigo and cotton fields, on merriment and mirth have been drawn white blinds.
No matter how clean the records, the message is loudly heard
"When looked upon as a blue jay, you can never be a mockingbird"
These words passed down through generations deny them their say
Day to night and night to day but time couldn't change the black man's dismay.
Wanted is colour in life but shunned is coloured life
This clash of colours holds no value, only adding on to people's strife
So while i stand here trying to fathom out the meaning of it all
I hope, someday, realisation will take down this coloured wall.
I scrub and scrub,
until my skin stings,

wondering why,
I don't look "clean,"

darker skin, darker hair,
they've led me to believe
there must be something ***** here
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Daivik Apr 29
You are truly blind
When you refuse to believe your eyes
Kassan Jahmal Apr 27
Treat any the same
no matter what the race.
Despite what we chase,
why can't we chase away all racism?

(Chase for a better world)
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