#alton
They're on administrative leave like they asked us permission to leave our bodies... Lifeless
Or
They should have gotten permission to be dismissed BEFORE they left our bodies... Lifeless
Land of the free....How about Land on our Knees
Where we should be until we all can stand as tall as a tree.... Not hanging, from a tree
The noose has been replaced by a shiny black casing, The broken neck has been replaced by blood freely flowing The tree has been used to make OUR encasing.... The result... [hashtag]this [hashtag]that [hashtag]blacklivesmatter
but... [hashtag]itdoesntmatter because apparently we are not all made of equal matter
Sterling Silver used to be considered quality , but apparently...that's dead.
B stands for bold. Beautiful. Brave. Boisterious, without the B in black there consists just a Lack of color, creativity, attitude...
Lying to us daily, telling us our skin color isn't a crime only that it cuts short our time to be
Alive. Breathing, Heart beating, Lub Dub Lub Dub Lu....ve you are the two words that you may never hear. Are the two words that they don't get to hear because
Crack. Pop pop pop Hands up Don't ..... Blood flowing on the streets, like road **** except I'd hoped by now evolution would have taken us to the top of the animal kingdom, but there's still more outrage over Harambi the silverback than Philando Castile, violently attacked...
Pronunciation please: Blac (black) B-L-A-C
is still the same pronouncement without the
K.....K... K . Still afraid to wake up day after day after day... Not knowing if this could be our last where the blackness on our skin becomes our permanent surroundings
Or Not knowing if this could be our last where the blackness on our skin becomes the ghost of Christmas future, the past and present left to rest in peace...
We should be praising the Lord when we wake up on the land of living, breathing, heart beating, lub dub lub dub....
HANDS UP ..... But you asked for my license's I was already reaching...
Don't shoot.... But I wasn't planning to, my four year old is in clear view.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
What does it mean to be free?
I look down to my hands and my feet and what do I see?
Not shackles, not chains, not confederate flags,
not the fields and not the pains
Of my ancestor who were slain
Who worked in the sun and in the rain
What does it mean to be free?
Does it mean to go to college and get a degree?
Does it mean to live with your head held high and your eyes wide shut?
To live with that uneasiness way down in your gut
To keep your mouth shut and your head off the platter
To many, it seems they’d rather do the latter
What does it mean to be free?
Momma never told me, that’s something that in her lifetime she probably never got to see
Something in her lifetime she never got to be
You can take the shackles off a person and they still won’t be free
Because you destroyed their minds years ago to an insurmountable degree
You, you wretched system
You took my culture, took my last name
You try to steal all my remakes but that’s all in vain
You hate me, and you wish I’d fall
You wish I never find freedom but I got the wake up call
You keep chasing me, like my name’s David, and yours is Saul
Because for decades that wretched system put the necks of my people up against a wall
But I got my hands up, I’m ready for a brawl
Yeah I’m ready to do it all
I’m ready to throw you like a football
But best believe I’m coming for you last like an 8 ball
Because you see, for far too long I’ve been trying to be free
And all along you keep promising me
All the freedom I could want at just a small fee
The fee Martin Luther King jr, he paid in blood
The fee that Malcom X paid in blood
The fee that Emmit Til paid in blood
The fee that Trayvon Martin paid in blood
And now here we are, trying to get what’s been promised
And what will it take us, more blood?
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
So as fate would have it they would have it they would take us from our borders
They brought us in as slaves so that we could toil for the hoarders
They put chains on our wrists til we rose our fists
No longer would this pain make our children slit their wrists
Times have changed but some things stayed the same
Some walk around unaware that they’re just wearing a different chain
We became the entertainers, we became the “ballers”
While our slavemasters became the businessman, still the shot callers
Just a monkey with a ball, On the rise it seems, but still we fall
What more can we be?
Can our eyes still see?
Cause when I look at my people in the eyes
I see souls that are satisfied
I see souls that have been pacified
Dreams once in the air but now on the ground
Look around my people, see who wears the crown
Cause our people continue to die and no one makes a sound
Can you say their names?
Can you feel the pains?
Can you feel the agony of a hundred thousand black souls lost for America’s gain?
Will you stand and fight?
Cause a Black America United oh what a sight!
Imagine the might! That we would wield?
With a fire in our hearts that could bend steel
Only then could our 200 year old wounds heal
Only then could we appeal and be apart of this nation under God.
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
This is a call
A wake up call
As the winds of America’s past time pass over the embers of racial distress
Soon their will be a flame
There was riotting in the 60′s and who is say that today it won’t be the same
The ****** memories of America’s past still brings fear
The fire of racial inequality builds and smoke fills the air
Innocent men getting shot down in the street but who really cares?
As a mother’s heart bursts in sadness as she’s reduced to tears
Hands up,don’t shoot!
They think all we do is ****** and loot
But who am I to refute?
Maybe they know who I am and feel my pain? Or maybe I’m saying #BlacklivesMatter all in vain
All in vein cause this pain runs deep
Everytime I see another mother weep
Another black life lost, who will pay the cost? Who will sanctify the souls? And take burning coals to holes where these bodies lay,
Like the one that holds Freddie grey,
Another black man in Baltimore just trying to survive another day, until his life got taken away,
tell me,what more am I to say ,
Hands up don’t shoot
Or how about I can’t breathe!
Please listen and take heed
Systematic racism is trying to destroy the black man’s seed
And what are we supposed to do? Get down on our knees? Cry and plead?
No, what we must we do is Rise up and lead,
That’s what our communities need
That’s what our communities need because we have black daughters, black sons
Black sons whose light won’t get to shine, won’t get to shine because of the barrel of Massa’s gun
Oh ***** you wise old soul, you put a badge on henchmen and told them to take control
Told them to go on patrol, and shoot to **** the young, the old
And you don’t gotta hide, you got the media on your side,
pumping lie after lie, making mockery of every mother’s cry
And that’s why I, stand here with my fist in the air
Staring right at you, ready to lay my life down with no fear
Because like Malcolm, like Martin I’m just another black man working to free the slaves,
Working tirelessly to break down this crooked system you paved
So with the roar of a lion I shout!
This is not a test, this is a call
A call to the people,
Not just a call but an unprecedented sequel
A call to the world to look at every man as equal
And hopefully this equality can take my people out of poverty
Open up blinded eyes so that our white counterparts can see
And for my young brothers to see that there’s no merit in gold chains with no brains
***** still in charge cause he still holds the reigns
Some of our young men got no sense cause they got no change
No leaders to look up to
No fathers to look up to
Just mothers to run to, and to those mothers I say thank you
But to the black men where are you?
I know ***** separated us from our families
but the return of the black man must come quick
Cause extinction is on the verge, and I don’t wanna go back to stones and sticks
Back to lifting bricks, or selling bricks, or flipping bricks just trying to make it
But I look at the state of my people and I can’t take it
So I can’t fake it, cause I feel it
Within me, deep in my soul
So here I am standing, here I am, bold!
No shackles on me, I am going to stay free
And Create a legacy
where I can sit back and watch
My Children be free
M Wheeler
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
i am sorry that the world looks down
on your skin
on the darkness of it
calling it ugly
unsightly
i am sorry
for the comrades you've lost
(mothers fathers sisters brothers
innocents)
i am sorry that
people shame you for
the color of your skin
as if you can do something about it
as if it were a curse
when all it does is symbolize
the strength
the tenacity of your people
i am sorry that society
breathes down on your necks
burns your fingers
whips your backs
i am so sorry so sorry
for everything
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
I don't want to be black anymore
Strip me of my melanin
My natural curls
Take my lips
My hips
Remove the rhythm from my steps
I don't want to be black anymore
Because in this society that means fear
That means your death is warranted
no justice exist here
I don't want to be black anymore
Because that means my son
Or daughter
Is a victim of the world before us
Where thier deaths are seen as collateral
For the peace of all those lighter than them
I don't want to be black anymore
Because I am a walking target
Aim your gun at me
Because my life means nothing
I don't want to be black anymore
I was so proud of my ethnicity
But now my race only means one thing
Death
So no I don't want to be black anymore
Because I don't want to be scared of everything
I want society to love me
And I want my life to be worth something
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC