#alllivesmatter
When a person dies
A lot of relationships fall into pieces
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 3:33 AM UTC
Our worlds is crying
Sons and daughters are dying
One by one
Sad thing is they're dying all so young
Mothers are wiping
Genocides are still happening
Want my world to just finally sing
Dark times are coming
People are running
Families leaving everything behind
Rights are taken away
People are getting shot everyday
Dying without doing any crime
Teenagers cut lines, committee suicide
Police take innocent lives
Cause no one has a heart
They take away their children
And leave their mothers scare
They just want to love them, but they keep them apart
So my whole world is letting out crys
It brings me to pain
Are we still going to lose our loved one again,
Or are we gonna fight
They say all men are created equal
It's not only one race
It's everyone lives
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
I was born different
Different in a sense,
Not acceptable to society
Inadmissible to my parents,
Above all I am a human being!
You treated me like a dog
Left me in a trash can,
Hurt my soul
Physically abused me,
You cursed my existence
They call me from bad names
Say I was designed to be,
A *** worker ; An entertainer
You tear apart my clothes,
Body shamed me!
I'm not an object
Stop bullying me,
Yes, I'm trans! I ain't like you
But I can sure you;
I'm a better person than you!
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 near
𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 cheer
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 dear
𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 fear
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 tears
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 virus 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 coronavirus
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 us
𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦. (𝘴𝘰? 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?)
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 cry
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 die
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 you?
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘺 you!
𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 afraid
𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 rest?
𝘕𝘖! 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 protest
𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 community
𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 humanity
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 complexion
𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 perfection
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 complexion
𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 rejection
𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 health 𝘪𝘴 wealth
𝘉𝘶𝘵 wealth 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 health
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
My friend calls me and tells me that this time around we need to re apply for our jobs after quarantine.
I tell her ********
You see, I am not joking. I mean it.
I got tired of people treating me the way the want.
Now I will get treated the way I want.
My work place sends me an addendum.
They want to cut salaries despite the fact that we've been working full time despite the pandemic.
I hear it is up to 50%
You see I am a teacher.
When a pandemic happens I still follow my timetable.
I show up and teach, and call or email those that aren't showing up.
And tell them to show up.....
So I say ********
I cannot sign something I do not agree with.
This guy I used to date started texting me.
He says he hasn't been with anyone because of the pandemic.
He says I am his best option 'right now'
I say ********
I turn off my data and go to bed.
You see I am no longer available for your entertainment.
I once 'dated' this American white male who told me I wasn't supposed to have an opinion....
I text people I like now..... that really really like me back
When my boss calls me.
She doesn't say hello or check if I am well.
She goes straight off to yelling and screaming.
I say ********
I turn off my phone and move on with my life.
Because despite falling apart and feeling so lost most days in this pandemic.
I did show up and do my job
So when she learns to communicate, I will talk to her.
I applied for a job, no jobs where they told me..
the problem is my nationality.
Not my papers, experience or inability to perform...
In fact before I told them where I am from, they told I could make a good addition to the team.
Until I turned out African.
So I say ******** when your online course says it will open global opportunities for me.
Because the world is 'woke' now.
African Americans can chant 'Black lives matter'
Their voices are heard and the world chants with them in solidarity.
So this is me whispering
That my Black life matters too....
My voice, my thoughts and opinions matter too....
And hoping the world will hear me too one day
And stand with me in solidarity.....
I'm not angry, I am just fighting for my rights.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
It all just started with different race of black
All the bad ideas were just stacked in a sack
They strived for their rights until they got the light
They tried to have the freedom without even having to fight
But then the other people started treated them roughly
They had to come on streets and fight for them toughly
After all the fights and struggles they got to live the life they wished
Now that all has happened the older days are missed
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Oh sweet boy, Angel of God
on earth you have completed your task.
To other world’s you now must fly to,
we are keeping your feathers
as you begin your ascension .
Oh sweet child of God
Such clear vision at your tender age,
to serve and protect was your end game,
but now we are left…with a confused and hazed
apology to a shroud of teddy bears and lit candles.
The spilled wax is a reminder, that
deep inside we are all cowards
and we forgot that you were the prey
and needed protection.
The burning wick is not for you –
it’s to remind us of your light
and that humans by nature are dangerously dark…
I am sorry Junior, for we have failed you.
I am sorry that it was fear that came to your rescue,
I’m sorry your eyes witnessed the malice of creation,
I’m sorry people recorded instead of calling the operator,
I am sorry your cry for help did not connect…
You know mijo…the line was ringing-but the world is deaf.
!Oh, sweet child of God!,
Some called you Junior in life,
You were an angel with wings so wide
that in these concrete streets, you could not fly.
The Bathgate would be your access to heaven
you’ve left us your wings in a city corner,
so that we can remember to look up above
and find surrender and forgiveness in clashing clouds.
I don’t know what to say,
your departure causes so much grief and pain,
yet, you did not die in vain…I think you are still
working with humanity from far away;
You woke up a community that had been sleeping,
you woke us up from the anesthesia, the numbness
Is no longer acceptable, our youth need a BEACON.
A new door we must create so
that our youth’s future is not slain
in the mumble jumble of irresponsible adults.
Makes space for youth in the world,
So that every Junior in our lives,
can live without fear in their backyard.
Oh sweet child of God,
We are not there yet but with you..,we’ll RISE again.
Thank you for every day you arose,
for loving your mother so much,
for inspiring a movement of love,
for showing us courage and hope,
your sweet little face will live in our hearts.
Oh sweet child of God,
your name we will not forget
I think you set the stage,
we must act and rise again.
© LeydisProse
6/25/2018
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse//
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
21st century slavery: Shayn Powell
Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything looks fine,
People striding in glee?
Look hard for it may
Be a mystery,
That we’re living through
21st century slavery.
We claim these are
The lands of the free.
It’s a fib, that’s not at
All what it seems.
Because if it were
the land of the free
than Martin Luther King may
never have had his dream.
There wouldn’t have
Been a march for
Freedom in 1963.
And Mr King wouldn’t
Have lost his life
For standing up in
What everyone
Should've believed.
Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything looks fine,
People striding in glee?
Look hard for it may
Be a mystery,
That were living through
21st century slavery.
America, “land of the free”
Were fine we claim,
living in prosperity.
“Everyone’s equal”,
You’ve heard it too, How silly
Don’t you agree?
My best friend
Rolled his window up
when he saw a policeman.
It’s sad, But this is the
reality we live in.
“We’re equal” but we
Strip kids from their dreams
Because they were brought here
Against their will illegally.
Have some leniency,
Then again you’re
changing their scenery.
How can you do that
So easily?
And what’s this ****
we learned in history?
Jim Crow laws?
Thank god those are gone.
Or so we thought
You’re not sneaky America,
Mass incarceration is
Nothing but a plot
For a group of minorities
To be 2nd class citizens
To us all.
That’s evil that should leave
everyone appalled.
It’s time for a call
For action.
All this arrogance
Has left us distracted
From what our nation
claims to practice.
Because
Take a look around,
It’s 2018.
What do you see?
Everything’s NOT fine,
People AREN'T striding in glee.
Really look for it’s
Not hard to see
That were living through
21st century slavery.
Yours truly,
That worried white kid
Who lives in a society
That’s unruly.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
The smirk on my face that seems to look devious but it's how it looks on me. That feeling inside of me, only if you were me for that moment, then we'll cherish the very moment.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
Michael Louviere was a man of the people,
Who held in his hand a book of the law,
And outside his belt a gun for his safety,
But never would he have used it for ******
I'm told he helped many but never killed any,
But Sylvester Holt did not believe it,
He said the actions of one create a whole guilty people,
And he took the matters into his own hands,
And killed poor young Michael for serving his people.
So I'm sorry young man, you been born with white skin,
In a world with the permissions to ****** and to maim,
But just to have freedom depends on your name,
But if you think its good I suppose ill let you,
Work for a cause that is just out to get you,
And keeping in line with the others before him,
Sylvester took the bait and the hook nearly gored him,
But the worm could've lived it was just his misfortune.
Sylvester laid down with a bullet in his chest,
And the gun in his hand had a burning hot barrel,
He assumed death was better than life and life only,
But in his last second he pulled out a small knife,
And cut in his gun small violent furrow,
It was then that he realized this all wasn't worth it,
He saw those two notches and handed himself in,
To a lifetime of no pain and and unwoken rest.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
The ghost of Freddie Gray,
rest in a shallow grave,
they say this is “The Land of The Free”,
so why they still treat us like slaves?
The current policed state of the Police State,
gives serious cause for alarm,
I Can't Breathe Hands Up Don't Shoot!
see it’s the 21st Century there’s cell phones,
so now we have proof That that young black man was unarmed…
See the situation in Ferguson,
it’s far from certain when,
conditions are worsen and,
the people are still hurtin' and,
we don't even have time to mourn,
before the police **** another one,
6 more kids killed since Michael Brown,
the problem didn't start with Ferguson.
Seriously,
it's got me thinking "What's going on?",
but I’m more Queen than Marvin Gaye,
still straight away they shot another one,
BANG,
and another one BANG,
and another one BANG,
and another one bites the dust…
BANG!
Just ask the family of Rumain Brisbon,
shot by an officer,
who mistook a bottle of pills for a gun,
the officer leaves behind two hot Glock shells,
while Brisbon leaves behind a daughter and a son,
then there's Eric Gardner,
who's ****** was caught on tape,
undercover cops strangled him to death with an illegal chokehold,
left the general public in dismay and disarray,
his only crime was selling some cigarettes,
but the cops killed him in a hurry,
this was an obvious homicide,
still no inditement by the **** Grand Jury!
So come really,
if we can't even get a single conviction,
on a single cop,
for a single shot shot without permission,
then what hope is there left to hope in,
it's as if the rope is tied around my neck and I'm chokin',
I thought to provoke a riot instead I decided to make this thought provokin',
if the pen mightier than the sword,
then we need to write a way right away to get these closed cases re-opened!
They say that just to have a driver's license is a privilege not a right,
while They make us feel like it’s a privilege just to survive in this life,
it shouldn't have to feel like a privilege just to survive,
while they're taking everything from us including our rights and our lives,
and the media tries to force us to take sides,
like I am against blacks because I'm white,
yeah cops have killed a lot of Black kids,
but that fact is that cops **** more Whites,
because it's not the color of the skin I’m in,
it's the color of the suit that one’s wearin,’
that really decides who's on who's side,
so who’s gonna live,
and who’s gonna die?
Boys in blue with a badge to **** at will,
anxiety of the All Seeing Eye on me makes me feel ill,
so much stress,
I can't take it,
I'm at home all alone,
laying in bed naked,
thoughts of dying brothers,
and crying mothers,
all done by undercover killers undercover,
they **** like ****
where's Will.i.am,
"Where's The Love", where's the lovers?
No more Fergie,
just more Ferguson,
no more Taboo,
just more taboo killings when,
will we finally have some peace,
Jesus,
we just,
need to be free but,
they have us caught under an iron fist,
book us in and take our fingerprints,
tap our phones and put us on 'the list',
I thought this was supposed to be,
the land of the free,
but what the fck is this?
Feeling like Eric Garner I can't breathe,
just give me a bit of room please,
can't I at least,
get some groceries without the PDs harassing me?
Jeez.
Meanwhile,
back on the front lines,
it's the 4th quarter,
crunch time,
while we shout out,
“Black Lives Matter!”
they’ve got their clubs out,
like “Swing batter batter!”
while we write rhymes,
and debate the details,
they're gearing up for war,
reading our emails with a pledged allegiance to an empire of evils,
coming in like Stormtroopers,
with automatic weapons and combat boots,
and the whole time we're standing there on the Front Lines,
waiving our arms up high like, ”Hands Up, Don't Shoot!"
∆aron L∆ Lux ∆
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate
............
The Black eyed peas FT. The world
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
**I peer at the world
And all I see is
possible impossibilities
fictional realities
counterfeit originality
impotent functionality
locomotive staticity,
and rigid elasticity
beside Beastie humanity...**
*I look at the world
and all there's
are peaceful wars
Less Mores
widely locked doors
criminal laws
a stinking rose
and fragrant "choos"
I look at the world
and sadly I see all those...
I even see stepped on toes
on sand-less shores...*
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 7:35 AM UTC
The streets ran red with blood
And hate reared its ugly head.
But we fail to see the pain and sorrow deep within the hearts of the afflicted.
Silence the noise, strip away accusations of guilt or innocence and what we see is the tears shed in the aftermath by the families of those who lost their lives.
The ground weeps uncontrollably as it welcomes home vessels once carrying the souls of those that were taken long before their time.
Let us see the individuals rather than their badge or skin color and let us empathize with one another over the tragedies and atrocities recently taken place.
Hate invites hate and we must change our ways and not spew it forth in unbridled rage
Let us spread unconditional love because our words and actions ripple far beyond our control
furthermore love covers a multitude of sins and we must not forget this
If these words do not carry weight
At the very least let this be known
If we must hate
Hate the sin corrupting lives
But in a turn of events let us love one another even our enemies for what they are,
Creations of God
Equal in every right.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
America’s Got Presidents
Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?
Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt!
Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough,
on stages,
synthetic sages make up stories,
while the police keep stuffing us into cages,
and the politicians keep talking about reclaiming America’s lost glory.
America’s lost glory what glory,
the one about us bombing innocents or the one about slaves,
well if that’s the glory then it’s not lost,
because the US still bombs innocents and pays most people a slave wage.
It’s fckn depressing,
these pop-star presidents,
jockeying for position,
just for a chance at a White House residence.
On a stage,
it’s a sad charade,
all these bad actors,
pointing fingers trying to shift the blame,
laaaaaame!
All they do is talk different when in front of a mic,
but behind closed doors they all act the same,
different costumes different connotations maybe,
but really there’s no significant difference because there’s no significant change.
It’s an act a sham a show,
pop star presidents hip hop rock and roll,
Barack stars sing about change without any evidence,
if you ask me they’ve all gotta go,
and this election year is no better,
if anything it’s worse,
you’ve got Hillary Clinton AKA Barack Light,
and of course running is another Bush,
then there’s Donald Trump,
who’s legitimately probably the Anti-Christ,
he’s a racist sexist selfish sociopathic narcissist,
he doesn’t want to debate anything he just wants to fight.
But what about Bernie Sanders,
people ask, “Are you feeling the Bern?”,
I mean the guy’s a 74 year old career politician socialist,
he’s gonna try and take half of everything I earn.
Sure,
I’d vote for him I guess,
outta desperation only,
because maybe it’d take someone that extreme to get us outta this mess,
but honestly he’s a bumble bee,
poking at the hornet’s nest,
I’d bet if he becomes a real threat to the one Corporate Establishent want’s to elect,
that the speech where he accepts ends with one of his last breaths.
Yup.
America the beautiful,
when’d you become such a bully,
you used to be my best friend,
but now you act like you don’t even know me,
you’re blood lust is revolting,
why’s your answer to everything violence,
and how can you say you speak for the people,
when most of the people are so fed up they just shut up and stay silent,
and even if we do get out and vote,
these days our votes aren’t even counted what gives,
what you think it’s just a coincidence,
that almost every state Hilary won was accused of being rigged?
I feel sick.
This political pile of tricks politics seems like a pile of sh!t,
and the media’s forcing it down our throat,
I mean really what are we supposed to do,
when those that feel outcasted can’t even get the system to count their cast votes.
So I take notes.
And I write.
I write,
all of this with typing hands and a shaking head,
because I want a leader I can truly trust and believe in,
instead of some actor that can’t be trusted no matter what they’ve said.
Red,
state,
blue,
state,
red,
fish,
blue,
fish,
I’m not a Jew,
I’m only half so I’m Jew-ish,
and I’m not trying to be rude,
or to sound too prudish,
it’s just,
the history of half my people,
is filled with those that want to ***** us,
so the bait and switch poli-tricks these politicians politic,
well they’re Grand Old Party is nothing new to us.
Who to trust,
who to trust,
we’re tired of feeling like Lewinsky,
giving oral to the Oval Office and getting nothing back but fckt.
Fck.
When is enough enough,
no is supposed to mean no,
but we get it no **** on the ****** tube,
S&M; Slave & Master we’re all Lady Liberty’s ******** so on with the show!
Lights camera action,
who’s up next,
politician,
or dumbsh!t pundit?
Oh I see,
everybody’s an expert,
man these candidates have switched sides so many times,
watching them flip-flop this much makes my neck hurt.
Candidate’s wearing make-up,
if you ask me it’s all a cover-up,
blemishes on their records,
when’s enough actually enough?
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
∆
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The H Trilogy:
The City of Angels
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All profits go to a charity that prevents child abuse and ****** assault.
So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause.
Thank you SO much!
∆
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Heart Burst Anthology
Writing while my hands hurt,
in intermediate inspirational bursts,
writing till my hands break or my heart bursts,
never been a second placer so I’ll take whichever comes first,
until then I’ll author our collective anthology,
and offer no disrespected apologies,
for verse after verse after verse,
until I go from driving in this Benz,
to riding in that hearse,
no apologies,
from me for anything of course,
because I am just a writer,
that writes with no remorse,
why should I apologize when I am not a part of the courts,
I’ve never taken anyones freedom or filed any reports,
I’m not God so it’s not my job,
to decide the direction of another man’s course,
still it hurts,
because they offer no apologies for their crooked policies,
locking young men up behind bars,
for simply being born,
as if life itself is a crime,
all the while,
these boys in blue commit constitutional treason,
they’ve got quotas to fill and time to ****
so they’re quick to lock a kid up without any real reason!
And the ironic thing is,
it’s all done on the tax payers dollar,
the same citizens that pay the court’s bills,
get locked up and charged fees that are increasingly higher.
Dear Sire,
when did we become serfs on our own turf,
slaves on our own streets,
since when is it a crime to want to feed your family,
trying to make ends meet just to make ends meat?
Everybody’s gotta eat.
so we slave all day and work all night,
something's not right I’m downtown feeling uptight,
suspecting there's a plot and it's sinister,
uneasy feeling queasy thinking everyone’s suspicious of me,
reflecting and feeling like a prisoner,
or at least a suspect of strangers assumptions what’s the remedy,
slavery isn’t dead,
nothing’s been abolished,
the clothes have just changed,
and now the chains are just more polished,
and all this,
makes me write compulsively,
so hopefully when I’m gone,
future generations can read our collective anthology,
written without any filters or apologies,
no disrespective apologies honestly we're making up words,
and adding words to proses similar to concrete and roses,
I told you before that everything is real and that is for sure.
Let me be known,
let it be known,
we are here,
we are struggling and we are human,
we deserve the basic human rights that all peoples deserve,
see it’s difficult to rest my case when the long arm of the law keeps pursuing,
what are we doing,
what does it matter,
what will be will be,
I just hope that we’ll be a factor,
as we're,
adding words to emotions,
that we write with undying devotion,
no need for promotion when you're one with the ocean,
of interwoven showmen golden women and unbound emotions,
the Soul,
has been awoken,
and in return for your token gesture,
I offer you this token poem,
it’s a labor of love,
so I write even when my hands hurt,
and I’ll keep writing till my hands break or my heart bursts,
‘cause I’ve never been a second placer so I’ll take whichever comes first…
– ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆ –
Volume 1
The H Trilogy
I just published a new book.
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and even write a review it'd be most appreciated.
All profits go to a charity that prevents child abuse and ****** assault.
So not only are you getting an epic book of poetry,
but you're also supporting a good cause.
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Thank you SO much!
∆
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Fed up and in a bad place,
These aren't just emotions of anger and regret for
The situation at hand and the problems
That they are trying to reflect on america to start
Something we could not come back from,
Race wars,
Afraid to ride my bike down the street
Because of racism,
Afraid to date Caucasian girls because of racism,
Afraid to be black but proud,
Because of racism and these crooked white cops
That hide behind badges like cowards and pick away piece by piece at
The people that hasn't started any war since the assassination of
Martin Luther,
Any rule you abide by in law,
They'll still shoot ya,
And make it seem like you struggled or make it seem like
You tried to grab the gun from the holster and fight your way out,
"I'm not resisting ,.,... Stop shoving me , stop punching me , you
******* *****
Naughty by nature , but my mannerism's heaven sent,
When will these cops (pigs),
Stop killing our people and making families moarn,
We're all created by God , so why do y'all just leave people
Torn,
America Peace with love and prayers to my brown skin angels,
It's bad enough with black on black crime at every angle,
Y'all ******* up!!!
Protest , peace treaties , Misunderstood riots,
Using this against us ------> " You Have The Right To Remain Silent",
**** That!!!!!
Yelling to the world that the Justice system is biased,
What's drakest must come to light , well the future's at its brightest,
I love all races , I have white friends,
I wonder would Jesus come When the world ends,
But can't end it with a race war,
I'm ready to spread the word if you are,
Doing it for the kids and the poor.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
America’s Son
Dear America,
what have you become,
so busy worried about where you’re going,
that you’ve forgotten where you’re from,
I am your begotten son,
and I love you,
I love you,
more than these wonderful words can say,
I love you but I don’t know what to do,
because I fear that you’ve gone astray,
like an abusive drunken Trump father,
or a used up distracted Hilary mother,
you seem so drunkenly enraged by greed,
engaged in a lustful want that you falsely believe is a need,
Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
we bomb people we’ve never even seen before,
something must be wrong because nothing feels right,
why,
why am I scared of you,
maybe it’s your violent tendencies,
maybe it’s your egotistical ways,
maybe it’s how you’ve created all these enemies,
and now these enemies won’t just leave us alone and go away,
Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
you are my parents and I look up to you,
I love to see the Statue of Liberty’s guiding light,
but honestly,
at this point I don’t know what to do,
I am your son,
and even after all you’ve put me through I still love you,
but I am absolutely terrified at what you’ve become,
what we’ve all become,
and even when I run far away to try and escape,
I realize we are family so no matter how far I run,
I am still an American,
because I am America’s Son,
come,
back home,
back to the times of apple pies peace and butterflies,
before,
the drones,
and satellites appeared ominously like shooting stars in the summer skies,
come,
inside,
let’s talk about life over home cooked pie,
like why have we had to capitalize off destruction,
why do we still have war what is it’s real function,
why destroy when we can construct a constant connection,
a solid foundation with good intentions and clear instructions,
so we can finally heal and move forward as a family that properly functions,
be a good husband,
be a good wife,
be a good person,
have a good life,
look,
it’s not that complicated,
see all us children would forgive all your mistakes,
if only you’d just admit that you made them,
he served two tours in Iraq gave his all and lost his life,
and all he got in return is the grave you gave him,
God please save him,
he was a good kid,
even though he killed,
he did it because his Uncle Sam told him to,
please don’t place him beneath us in Hell,
Uncle Sam didn’t know any better either,
and it seems his parents had raised him quite well,
but Uncle Sam’s not his brother’s keeper,
I am and I know my brothers well,
and when any of us lose any of our lives,
we only pray we leave with a story to tell,
because maybe we believe,
that when we leave this life we lead,
at least we leave the world a little bit better,
from sea to shining sea,
at least,
a little bit,
better…
Whatever,
what more do you want me to say,
I love you I am your son,
but I’m scared and that feeling won’t go away,
Oh say,
can you see,
by the dawn’s early light,
I write by the light of the bright stars,
and through these words I’ve earned my stripes,
and honestly America,
as much as I distrust and despise you I still put no one above you,
even though I’m ashamed of you for invading our privacy like an enema,
I don’t even trust you anymore and I used to only trust you,
you’re like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin like eczema,
I’m embarrassed of the ways in which you’ve behaved and all you’ve put us through,
but I am still your begotten son,
and I still love you…
Oh say can you see,
by the dawn’s early light…
∆ Aaron La Lux ∆
Volume 1 of my new trilogy about Hollywood is now available worldwide.
I’ve decided to donate ALL of the profits of this new trilogy to three charities.
Volume 1 profits will go to a charity that prevents ****** abuse and assault on children.
Please support my new book and by doing so you’ll not only be helping prevent ****** assault, but you’ll also be helping set an important precedent in making a statement to other artist,
saying that we all need to start giving back and helping each other more than we have.
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Let’s make charity cool and change the perception of coolness for the better.
Who cares what car you drive or what clothes you wear anymore?
What now matters is what you’re doing to help those with less.
We all live in this world we together and we can all give more.
It took me six months and thousands of dollars to create this trilogy in it’s entirety,
and all I am asking is for is a few dollars and a few minutes of your time.
We made the last book I published #1 and we can do it again.
Purchase a copy for less than it cost for a cup of coffee,
and WRITE AN HONEST REVIEW about the book.
If you really don’t have 3 dollars to spend,
at least repost this message,
or respond to this message,
or something,
anything.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
The preservation of humans begins
when we all see each other
as souls
instead of bodies
with different skin.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Does my blackness offend you?
Is my hair too curly for you?
Are my hips too wide for you?
My dark brown skin glows with all the melanin I have been gifted with.
My lucious thick hair is filled with curls that bounce with every stride I take forward, away from oppression.
My hips sway perfectly with the drums beating in the air of the Mother land.
Does my athletism bother you?
Is my intelligence too much for you?
Are my people beneath you?
My athletic feats have been studied by generations of white Americans who have hoped to find an extra ligament in my leg.
My intelligence has been the reason for many inventions all over the world.
My people will rise above , always have , always will.
My people will be given justice where it's due.
My people will be heard , just like the drums from the Mother land.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
What is it about me
that stops you from seeing
the good in these bones, in this body,
in this skin so black
that it gives you heart attacks
to the point that you feel the need
to attack our hearts, our chests, our arms,
our backs with your weapons of hate.
"Please","stop", "wait"
are all foreign to you
when uttered by these big lips
on this black face.
Perhaps, that is all you see.
A black face.
But I encourage you,
better yet, I demand you
to expand your vision
and see through this skin,
yes, the one with all the melanin,
the one that you wish you were in,
and gaze upon my soul.
I am told by the likes of you
that my time is limited,
but we see different signs in the sky,
you and I,
for my ancestors tell me
it is time for me to fly.
So, once you unlock these chains,
or even if you refuse
and continue to televise my pain,
one day I will rejuvenate
and I will spread my wings
and I will fly.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
Shots Fired
The ghost of Freddie Gray,
rest in a shallow grave,
they say this is “The Land of The Free”,
so why they still treat us like slaves?
The current policed state of the Police State,
gives serious cause for alarm,
I Can't Breathe Hands Up Don't Shoot!
see it’s the 21st Century there’s cell phones,
so now we have proof That that young black man was unarmed…
See the situation in Ferguson,
it’s far from certain when,
conditions are worsen and,
the people are still hurtin' and,
we don't even have time to mourn,
before the police **** another one,
6 more kids killed since Michael Brown,
the problem didn't start with Ferguson.
Seriously,
it's got me thinking "What's going on?",
but I’m more Queen than Marvin Gaye,
still straight away they shot another one,
BANG,
and another one BANG,
and another one BANG,
and another one bites the dust…
BANG!
Just ask the family of Rumain Brisbon,
shot by an officer,
who mistook a bottle of pills for a gun,
the officer leaves behind two hot Glock shells,
while Brisbon leaves behind a daughter and a son,
then there's Eric Gardner,
who's ****** was caught on tape,
undercover cops strangled him to death with an illegal chokehold,
left the general public in dismay and disarray,
his only crime was selling some cigarettes,
but the cops killed him in a hurry,
this was an obvious homicide,
still no inditement by the **** Grand Jury!
So come really,
if we can't even get a single conviction,
on a single cop,
for a single shot shot without permission,
then what hope is there left to hope in,
it's as if the rope is tied around my neck and I'm chokin',
I thought to provoke a riot instead I decided to make this thought provokin',
if the pen mightier than the sword,
then we need to write a way right away to get these closed cases re-opened!
They say that just to have a driver's license is a privilege not a right,
while They make us feel like it’s a privilege just to survive in this life,
it shouldn't have to feel like a privilege just to survive,
while they're taking everything from us including our rights and our lives,
and the media tries to force us to take sides,
like I am against blacks because I'm white,
yeah cops have killed a lot of Black kids,
but that fact is that cops **** more Whites,
because it's not the color of the skin I’m in,
it's the color of the suit that one’s wearin,’
that really decides who's on who's side,
so who’s gonna live,
and who’s gonna die?
Boys in blue with a badge to **** at will,
anxiety of the All Seeing Eye on me makes me feel ill,
so much stress,
I can't take it,
I'm at home all alone,
laying in bed naked,
thoughts of dying brothers,
and crying mothers,
all done by undercover killers undercover,
they **** like ****
where's Will.i.am,
"Where's The Love", where's the lovers?
No more Fergie,
just more Ferguson,
no more Taboo,
just more taboo killings when,
will we finally have some peace,
Jesus,
we just,
need to be free but,
they have us caught under an iron fist,
book us in and take our fingerprints,
tap our phones and put us on 'the list',
I thought this was supposed to be,
the land of the free,
but what the fck is this?
Feeling like Eric Garner I can't breathe,
just give me a bit of room please,
can't I at least,
get some groceries without the PDs harassing me?
Jeez.
Meanwhile,
back on the front lines,
it's the 4th quarter,
crunch time,
while we shout out,
“Black Lives Matter!”
they’ve got their clubs out,
like “Swing batter batter!”
while we write rhymes,
and debate the details,
they're gearing up for war,
reading our emails with a pledged allegiance to an empire of evils,
coming in like Stormtroopers,
with automatic weapons and combat boots,
and the whole time we're standing there on the Front Lines,
waiving our arms up high like, ”Hands Up, Don't Shoot!"
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
The H Trilogy
Volume 1
7/7/16
∆
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
*Treasure every breath you make
It could be the last you take
Treasure the lake, sail the sea
Little beauty left in the world to see
Treasure even the stranger by the boulevard
You just can't tell the much that person's endured
Treasure the road even if you doubt where it leads
For the beautiful scar,a wound bleeds
Treasure the clear sky and the clouds when they come
It's not everyday we go through storms and find calm
Treasure the dusk as darkness creeps in at nightfall
As you treasure the Sunrise treasure the fall
Treasure the trees even after they've lost their leaves
Treasure kindness like everyone gives
Treasure humanity like all other species don't matter
Treasure every person and treasure the latter
Treasure the world as family probably we might find peace
Treasure all the time you spend like the cash you borrow
Treasure yourself like you cherish that first kiss
Treasure Today like there's never gonna be a tomorrow*
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC