#blackpeople - Hello Poetry

There's trauma interlocking my genetics Stripped of specifics boiled into one My own blood stained with my ancestors' rapes 23% White in my DNA sickens my bones How much of it was forced upon my people My great great and further back peoples How many mothers thighs ripped apart to give birth to the innocent child of white devils To be beaten by the white she-devil for "enticing" her man For the child- if lighter- it be favored but enslaved in the home- near that very room they were criminally conceived How many young Black men taken and ***** to be emasculated and sedated to work passively upon the plantation Take a wife- to have her taken to masters room Have a daughter- son- and the pattern roll on How many white people and non-black people believe Black peoples to be inherently ****** to this **** day These are the origins If White people ignore my claims Then you- white man- woman- person You are just as guilty as the slave owners Just born centuries too late for free labor You must pity this of yourself too To ignore Black peoples cries is to be complacent in our mistreatment To not listen is to feel we were deserving of our suffering To have happily whipped and beaten your fellow man if born back then To support U.S. military veterans and be empathizing of their trauma While rolling eyes to when Black people don't trust police, the government, or all White people of high status Invented- created- controlled- plagued by White people Because of 300+ years of trauma has brazed us with forced submission To ignore the intergenerational neglect of treatment among Black people Makes you a slave master on a cold December in 1865 missing your slaves just born modern day

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May 13, 2019

May 13, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC

shineesttiara

White Guilt is ********

There's trauma interlocking my genetics Stripped of specifics boiled into one My own blood stained with my ancestors' rapes 23% White in my DNA sickens my bones How much of it was forced upon my people My great great and further back peoples How many mothers thighs ripped apart to give birth to the innocent child of white devils To be beaten by the white she-devil for "enticing" her man For the child- if lighter- it be favored but enslaved in the home- near that very room they were criminally conceived How many young Black men taken and ***** to be emasculated and sedated to work passively upon the plantation Take a wife- to have her taken to masters room Have a daughter- son- and the pattern roll on How many white people and non-black people believe Black peoples to be inherently ****** to this **** day These are the origins If White people ignore my claims Then you- white man- woman- person You are just as guilty as the slave owners Just born centuries too late for free labor You must pity this of yourself too To ignore Black peoples cries is to be complacent in our mistreatment To not listen is to feel we were deserving of our suffering To have happily whipped and beaten your fellow man if born back then To support U.S. military veterans and be empathizing of their trauma While rolling eyes to when Black people don't trust police, the government, or all White people of high status Invented- created- controlled- plagued by White people Because of 300+ years of trauma has brazed us with forced submission To ignore the intergenerational neglect of treatment among Black people Makes you a slave master on a cold December in 1865 missing your slaves just born modern day

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My burden is too heavy to carry People of my race are dying One can't walk on the side of the road without having a bullet pierce through their melanin bodies Chocolate, Caramel, or brown sugar I can't accept the violence SUPPRESS THIS ISSUE ! I demand sacrifice to the wrong guidance 'Cause I can't sit and cry with a tissue preparing a eulogy for my blood brother and sister who've been shot by the minority I step foot on this ground and declare an apology Slave me not for I am a human THAT IS BLACK Can't you see the protests ? This is not a contest What happened to the freedom knot ? Equality and diversity? - I can't accept the current adversity Rights and responsibilities? - But black beings are bein exposed to vulnerability Rules and regulations? - I thought we had amalgamation World War III ? No ... I want us to be free

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC

poeticpresident

Code: Skin

My burden is too heavy to carry People of my race are dying One can't walk on the side of the road without having a bullet pierce through their melanin bodies Chocolate, Caramel, or brown sugar I can't accept the violence SUPPRESS THIS ISSUE ! I demand sacrifice to the wrong guidance 'Cause I can't sit and cry with a tissue preparing a eulogy for my blood brother and sister who've been shot by the minority I step foot on this ground and declare an apology Slave me not for I am a human THAT IS BLACK Can't you see the protests ? This is not a contest What happened to the freedom knot ? Equality and diversity? - I can't accept the current adversity Rights and responsibilities? - But black beings are bein exposed to vulnerability Rules and regulations? - I thought we had amalgamation World War III ? No ... I want us to be free

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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.

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC

thecalmeststorm

A Destined People Pt 1

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.

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By Arcassin Burnham House is hot as hell, Literally like tamale smell, How do I prevail, For my knowledge to even excel, Alot of people hate me, But with you I couldn't really tell, When my shoes get smelly I just put them right outside the door, The city's moving slow, Better keep the door close, Somebody might rob you, Somebody might take your piece of mind, Attack you as far as you know, But you won't, selling drugs out of the house to pay the bills, African American people are portrayed as, But we just want a better life, It's not our fault, We were born through it, Exposed to it, But we're all not perfect.

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC

arcassin-burnham

"Right Outside The Door Riddim"

By Arcassin Burnham House is hot as hell, Literally like tamale smell, How do I prevail, For my knowledge to even excel, Alot of people hate me, But with you I couldn't really tell, When my shoes get smelly I just put them right outside the door, The city's moving slow, Better keep the door close, Somebody might rob you, Somebody might take your piece of mind, Attack you as far as you know, But you won't, selling drugs out of the house to pay the bills, African American people are portrayed as, But we just want a better life, It's not our fault, We were born through it, Exposed to it, But we're all not perfect.

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