#castile
a sunset here
now line-dance mere
last boots of star
well kick the sky
still co-exist in boudoir
wholly flatter the soul so nigh,
why a pearl sensation
set afire her mensuration
whether will wist legate
or a motley orb's date!
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
King Kong
in stripe
as groom
of grope
still star
in underworld
these legions
of force
who whatsoever
will take
her on
as siny
so Catalonia
won't dare
throng her
even today
without me
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
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The noose has been replaced by a shiny black casing, The broken neck has been replaced by blood freely flowing The tree has been used to make OUR encasing....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
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