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you ask me what it's like to be black and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home but you ask me what it's like to be black in america and i'll fall silent of conversation because as you see history repeats itself i don't understand why there is still need for explanation in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation and ignorant folk, why do you ask me such things? why are you people mad? why is it about race? and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing? is he not entitled to his song or his wings? as green as the earth and as blue as the sky i will only explain to an ear willing to listen to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind because as God as my witness we were created as equal and for that given right we must die? i will sit back and in turn ask you why; i bet you couldn't say and maybe we will all learn the answer some day so join me in prayer will you? join me as i pray: *to the children of Chicago who can't go out to play to the sons and fathers of Missouri and Florida and New York who will never again see the light of day to the mother's pain that may fade but won't ever go away to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways God won't You heal their pain?* they're so hard on us, Lord now we're hard on ourselves and on our knees we have fallen needing guidance and help because it isn't about being privilged or living for the light we're consumed in being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black it's about being accepted as human.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Black in america
you ask me what it's like to be black and i'll tell you it's a warm soulful fulfilling feeling like a pair of new Chucks on the hot pavement jumping scotch on a busy summer day eating cool iced pops and not ever being afraid and smelling the warm carmel cake cooling on the stove and the togetherness on a Sunday evening in grandmama's home but you ask me what it's like to be black in america and i'll fall silent of conversation because as you see history repeats itself i don't understand why there is still need for explanation in deep adversaries and hateful unappreciation here we stand to be questioned by an authoritative negation and ignorant folk, why do you ask me such things? why are you people mad? why is it about race? and i'll ask you, why does the caged bird sing? is he not entitled to his song or his wings? as green as the earth and as blue as the sky i will only explain to an ear willing to listen to a being with a sound heart and a firm mind because as God as my witness we were created as equal and for that given right we must die? i will sit back and in turn ask you why; i bet you couldn't say and maybe we will all learn the answer some day so join me in prayer will you? join me as i pray: *to the children of Chicago who can't go out to play to the sons and fathers of Missouri and Florida and New York who will never again see the light of day to the mother's pain that may fade but won't ever go away to the hateful people and their hateful words and their hateful ways God won't You heal their pain?* they're so hard on us, Lord now we're hard on ourselves and on our knees we have fallen needing guidance and help because it isn't about being privilged or living for the light we're consumed in being black in america is no longer about being accepted as black it's about being accepted as human.
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8 days after my birthday, i couldn't breathe as i took a swim test with my friends and failed; but that doesnt matter, for now i know that he couldn't breathe either. justice for eric garner
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
i cant breathe
I Can't Breathe Suffocating In a country That could give A good God **** About me. Drowning in a society That doesn't see the signs. That doesn't believe That the darker brother Has the right to justice. That simply condones The mistreatment Of an entire group of Human beings. I tried to walk away. I tried to surrender. It didn't matter Because now I really can't breathe.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
I Can't Breathe
I can’t breathe On these choking White streets of The United States of R a c i s m
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 7:18 AM UTC
I can’t breathe