#ferguson
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Finish the crackers --- grab a smoke . . .
of Ferguson my muse will sing.
A call to arms --- God’s fires to stoke;
let Truth and Freedom ring!
Take to the streets; avenge this wrong
and hasten the end of racist rule.
Justice, though it may tarry long
will find its target in the duel.
Young Michael Brown, like all true saints
found himself craving Swisher Sweets.
He robbed a store, whose camera paints
impartial portrait. In the streets
the thief refused to be detained
and so threw off police restraint.
Though sin escaped, the Law remained
and made a martyr of this saint.
The agitators did their thing:
inflaming thugs to smash and loot,
while racists baited hooks, to string
the press. Officials followed suit.
Angels, although not always kind,
do not display this attitude –
aware of how the police mind
responds to such ingratitude.
We ought to thank the police force
for showing mercy under stress.
The culprit chose a foolish course
and made a God-awful mess.
Prince Michael met ignoble fate
(that ghetto-Christ, that righteous youth)
His sacrifice in vain --- though great,
could not impede the march of Truth.
Ferguson, our eyes turn towards you . . .
are you now able to admit
while reality rewards you
that looting and lying ain’t ****
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
they cannot contain nonconformity, they already have my soul locked up in a cellar, a speechless being with incitement and spark, removed
from the body: but as the transition approaches, so does my representation in society
I MATTER
I MATTER
I MATTER
a lifting of faith and aspiring traits, moving the crowds of martyrs amongst the claimed saints
opinionated with my provoked past, and ripped from my own voice, i regained a
spirit indescribable, far more powerful than anger: but instead, harmony and composure
I MATTER
I MATTER
(my voice counts, giving quirk and spark to the souls in awe)
YOU MATTER
YOU MATTER
black lives matter, as in the same sense
/all lives matter/
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
The human being is an inherently contentious creature.
Seven billion rock-wall eyes;
Eyes staring belligerently down seven billion sharp noses;
Noses affixed to seven billion faces;
Faces covered in creases and scars,
Framed in unruly hair
And outlined in stark exactness
By the flames cowering in bipedal shadows.
Into the human heart is chiseled "inexorable".
We are an incongruence:
We row up the rapids,
Scale the waterfall
And taunt the oily heavens from atop Devil's Tower.
We will always get what we want,
Whether it involves killing the albatross
Or playing Gondorff's chess.
Whether we wrest it from Gaia's grasp
Or that of our more miserly peers.
Robert C. crystalised our resolve.
The riot gear-clad Blue and Green with timers in their throats
Stand abreast.
Chanting "Listen to Mother. Mother knows best.",
They begin the forward press.
When an impish grenade leaps our way,
We fling it back between mouthfuls of chips.
The barricades erected
By Mother and ourselves alike
Are many and implacable and incessant,
But they will be broken and overtaken.
They will be broken and overtaken by us,
The humans,
Because we are.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
Isn't about the hatred of another person
Isn't about screaming opinions at the top of your lungs
Isn't about attacking others
Social Justice
Is about standing in the middle of a crowded room and shouting what's right as they shout what's wrong
Words flowing
Blood pumping
Screaming about Baltimore and Ferguson
White people crying wolf while blacks cry fear
Social Justice
Is the construct that is refused because it's right
And we know it's right
But refuse to believe it in all of its glory
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Ok, I didn't want to do this
but there's rules that you must know
Etiquette to be followed
A line that you must toe
Listen very closely now
I think you all should try it
The things that you will now learn
About a protest and a riot
Firstly, have a purpose
Just random shouting, that's persay
If you do not have a topic
Then all the new folks go away
Throwing bricks at coppers
Breaking windows on the street
Is this a sign of protest
Or is it idiots in heat
No signage, and no speakers
Just random yelling for a cause
This isn't a good protest
Just breaking random laws
A protest has a purpose
It presents a point of view
A riot is an ugly thing
Which one is right for you
MLK could run a protest
Make a point and get things done
All without a mob forcing
A cop to use his gun
The rules really are simple
Keep the young ones all at home
For people in glass houses
Should really not throw stones
A peaceful resolution
From a protest is the goal
But a riot is just aimless
It puts the city in a hole
Victims of a riot
Are not the ones who are to blame
They're just owners of the business'
Who get caught up in the game
Next time that you protest
Protest rioting instead
It will turn out for the better
And nobody will end up dead
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
6"4 Vs 6"4.
Arms Vs Hands.
Stole cigarettes.
Being Black was his crime.
Justice was colorblind.
The color of a White bruise appeared
redder than the blood of a Black body.
Dear Humans, what color did you see?
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'm drowning
In the American Dream.
Everything here
Is not what it seems.
Is it your dream
To be shot on the street?
Is it your dream
To not be able to breathe?
This is what we are.
This is where we are.
This is some American Dream.
So stand with me,
Raise our hands.
"Don't shoot."
We say.
But what does that do?
As long as the guilty walk free,
And the innocent can't be,
We are stuck in this American Dream.
Please get me out.
Take me away.
This is a nightmare.
Hold your breath,
And raise up your hands,
And pray to God
That man won't shoot.
Is this all we can do?
m.c.c.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
the air feels like fire.
it’s cold but there’s something lingering in it
and it burns enough to make you warm.
it envelops you in hundreds of smells, wet pavement, fresh paint, gasoline, salt, the smells of a city alive at night.
heads and ears pulsating and ringing as the hundreds of voices surrounding you dance.
it’s been nine days since a boy was shot in cold blood
by an unpunished officer.
"protect and serve"
there are hundreds of sweating and shaking bodies surrounding your own in a protestor’s dance.
on a crisp night like this, nobody is a singled.
we are one, screaming, angry, and trembling mass.
a man walks by.
usually you would take into account his presence.
you would notice that he was tall, towering over you, or the scar that ran through his thick eyebrow like lightning. usually you’d be gripped by an unintentional fear by his overpowering existence, but tonight it doesn’t matter.
maybe take into attention the tiny pale woman who’s body was shoved into yours, and how her bones jut out like they’re trying to escape. tonight is not that night.
tonight is the night where the streets of portland, maine, and hundreds of other cities around the world
run with sweat and tears.
tonight is the night in which humanity falls like dropping a feather in the wind.
tonight is passion like boiling water from a teapot long ignored.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right
in the supposedly post-racial united states of america
the only thing this society seems to be is post humanity.
black americans are routinely treated with barely a shred of human decency.
stripped of our agency under the iron fist of white supremacy
post the cold blooded murders of Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Ezell Ford, Eric Garner, Kimane Gray, John Crawford, and countless others-
these are the strange fruits that hang from our nation’s poplar trees.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right. or is it nineteen sixty four? many a time I have opened the morning paper to see headlines that would not be out of place in that era of bloodshed.
more care given to a cotton cloth flag than to the black bodies that lie battered and broken in the streets.
"think of the businesses!" they scream, mouths afroth.
but won't anyone think of the black children murdered for carrying BB Guns? won't anyone think of the fathers? the mothers? the sons and daughters whose lives are cut short by those who are supposed to 'protect and serve?'
I will stop "making this about race" when the police stop giving me reason to fear for my life simply for existing. it is not enough to be peaceful and innocent anymore.
does this conversation upset you? can you not cope with these atrocities that go on every day in your precious land of the free?
In a sick way it almost makes sense
that in a nation built from nothing upon the backs of the enslaved
that it would take a bit longer than a hundred and fifty years to stop feeling the pain.
the whips and chains that once bound us were not broken, but merely transformed.
our shackles are now student loans;
plantations were exchanged for privatized prisons and lynch mobs now wear blue uniforms.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right.
maybe it’s got something to do with the way that all people seem to care about nowadays is iggy azalea’s new hit single but not the way that white rappers want to be black so badly up until it’s time to fight for us. to march with us. to die with us.
miley cyrus can prance around onstage fetishizing black bodies like modern day hottentot venuses but when black bodies are being violated by the police she’s strangely silent.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right.
but there is a light that shines through this darkness. that light is within me, and you, and within the hearts of every single man and woman of all colors and creeds who raises their fists and says "No more."
our fight is not over. the road will be long. it is very possible that more will die along the way. but their deaths will not be in vain.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right. but it will not be this way forever.
and and fourteen and something isn't right
in the supposedly post-racial united states of america
the only thing this society seems to be is post humanity.
black americans are routinely treated with barely a shred of human decency.
stripped of our agency under the iron fist of white supremacy
post the cold blooded murders of Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Ezell Ford, Eric Garner, Kimane Gray, John Crawford, and countless others-
these are the strange fruits that hang from our nation’s poplar trees.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right. or is it nineteen sixty four? many a time I have opened the morning paper to see headlines that would not be out of place in that era of bloodshed.
more care given to a cotton cloth flag than to the black bodies that lie battered and broken in the streets.
"think of the businesses!" they scream, mouths afroth.
but won't anyone think of the black children murdered for carrying BB Guns? won't anyone think of the fathers? the mothers? the sons and daughters whose lives are cut short by those who are supposed to 'protect and serve?'
I will stop "making this about race" when the police stop giving me reason to fear for my life simply for existing. it is not enough to be peaceful and innocent anymore.
does this conversation upset you? can you not cope with these atrocities that go on every day in your precious land of the free?
In a sick way it almost makes sense
that in a nation built from nothing upon the backs of the enslaved
that it would take a bit longer than a hundred and fifty years to stop feeling the pain.
the whips and chains that once bound us were not broken, but merely transformed.
our shackles are now student loans;
plantations were exchanged for privatized prisons and lynch mobs now wear blue uniforms.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right.
maybe it’s got something to do with the way that all people seem to care about nowadays is iggy azalea’s new hit single but not the way that white rappers want to be black so badly up until it’s time to fight for us. to march with us. to die with us.
miley cyrus can prance around onstage fetishizing black bodies like modern day hottentot venuses but when black bodies are being violated by the police she’s strangely silent.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right.
but there is a light that shines through this darkness. that light is within me, and you, and within the hearts of every single man and woman of all colors and creeds who raises their fists and says "No more."
our fight is not over. the road will be long. it is very possible that more will die along the way. but their deaths will not be in vain.
the year is two thousand and fourteen and something isn't right. but it will not be this way forever.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
the year opened on two kinds of olympics:
Sochi and selfie.
we spent months looking for
one missing plane
276 missing girls,
and 43 missing students.
from Ukraine to Mexico,
Palestine to Venezuela,
to Ferguson,
the front of the battle lines
were crammed full.
their stories captivated us,
their movements motivated us.
we snapchatted, we vined and instagrammed,
we remembered their names.
Malala Yousafzai
to Mike Brown.
Eric Garner to Ebola.
we made some friends
and some enemies.
and I think,
when I look back,
years from now,
at the year 2014,
the first thing to come to mind will be,
"I was there."
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Revolution is nearing faster by the second
Justice is gone and never to be found
Darkness and madness is beginning to spread
They say the government is corrupted and I do think it's true.. We've been blinded by the lies they fed us through news.
Most of us think the insane are clueless and completely unaware but they know more than those of us who appear to be "sane".
It's time to change the world even if it leads us to revolution because a world filled with darkness is going to ruin our evolution.
The end is approaching but don't be afraid the ones who know justice are proved to be saved.
We're known as outcasts if we're a different race, religion or sexuality.
What a load of absurdity!
In the eyes of the government we are nothing but pawns on a game board made to be toyed with like dolls.
But it's time to start acting like soilders and fight for a cause so put on those masks, raise up those signs, the march for true freedom beings at dawn.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
id write a poem about
my wrath toward
our justice system, but
the only thing my
voice can screech, is
oh my god,
enough will never be enough
i pray justice for antonio martin
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
no butterflies in my stomach
I have hands in my chest
grabbing my heart
squeezing it without rest
Crushing me
I'm helpless at best
Tears welling up
salty pieces of soul
filling my eyes
down they roll
You can't ever fully escape
heartbreak
Tears
my broken self spilling out
seeping through my skin
Can't hold it all together
forever
Maybe I'm grateful for
those hands crushing my chest
Don't have to feel all the pain
desperately trying to find rest
But my soul won't stop crying
heart bleeding salty tears down my cheeks
This heartbreak doesn't heal
you just learn to live with the pain
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
When white men spit hatred through spiteful lips,
what will you do? Will you raise your fists?
When a white man kills a black teen without blinking,
will you turn from protests to riots without even thinking.
You want to prove something?
Prove that there is nothing a white man could do to break the black community.
Show that you will never fight fire with fire. Keep MLK alive, let him live in your city.
Beat hatred unconscious with love, and drown it in peaceful protest.
For, Mike Brown's death was only a test.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
Our Guardians "Stand tall"
Our Guardians reach out to "Break our fall"
Our Guardians are here to "Protect"
Our Guardians deserve our "Respect"
But somewhere along, we've gone astray
And it seems, the life of minorities we pay.
We no longer look up at out Guardians, who we once adored
They look down upon us, creating those feelings we abhor.
Instead of reaching out, and breaking our fall
They bring down the baton, and our rights stall.
Our Guardians were chosen, their duty to protect
But it seems a majority is experiencing neglect.
"Respect your Guardians", says a whisper in our ear
But in the Guardians, we have begun to fear.
Our Guardians are now, creating massive harm
Regardless of whether or not we bear arms.
A man was choked to death in New York
But we must remain calm, we cannot raise the pitch fork.
We must follow the words, of our wonderful King
From hill to hill, let freedom ring
Our Guardian's freedoms, we must respect
And urge in return, ours they protect.
To end racism, and bring on equal rights
We must use our voices, it is pointless to fight.
Looting and rioting, we will see no achievement
We must peacefully protest, change will come, believe it.
Equality is near, I feel it in the air
Our voices tremble not, I feel no despair.
We are on the verge of righting our wrongs
We look to the Gospel and, in song,
We unite our voices, and bring forth change,
Equality for all, the idea is not strange.
Continue the journey, my brothers and sisters,
Raise your voices, fall not to whispers.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
But
Love hung on a tree
Bruised body
blood flowed
Love died for my shame
Love didn't look at skin or color
Love didn't look at nationality,
legality
Love look at souls
and said we're brothers
Blood flowed
for every nation,
tribe and
tongue
But we've forgotten.
And now
the prophets of the streets
crying like Pentecostal priests
Beating chests and
stomping feet
Begging
those choosing blindness
to see
See our pain
Feel our fury
Our righteous anger
rages
against injustices you pretend can
remain unseen
You were born with this freedom
to close your eyes
We were born into a world
stabbing us from behind
So don't
bring your Bibles,
shove your tracts
drag us down aisles
You weren't here from the beginning
Fighting to break chains and
set captives free
"We have nothing to lose but our chains"
Our battle cry is freedom
justice,
equality for all
Jew and Gentile
Slave and free
Now the verses can read
Black and white
Upper class and lower
College educated, GED
You know, He's crying with us
shouting, marching
Beating chest and
stomping feet
Don't think you're bringing Jesus to us
He's already here,
on the streets
Prophecy of protests
Righteous rage against
iniquity
Jesus, the revolutionary
God with us
On the ground with us
Love doesn't look at
skin or color
And love hung from
a tree
It is our duty to fight for our freedom
Love has already won the day
And we have nothing to lose but our chains
We will fight to lose our chains
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
This isn't a poem
this is a protest
This isn't equality,
it's injustice.
America the brave
America the free,
Where were you,
When he said, "I can't breathe?
How are we
the leading examples
so rooted with prejudice,
it's time to turn tables.
How does one be such a threat,
at one hundred and thirty five feet
that they must be shot, Six times,
It a miraculous feat.
Since when did murderers get off
without trial,
I mean even Republicans
won't give denial
America the brave
America my foot,
where were you,
"Hands up, don't shoot"
Its not all lives matter,
we know the white ones already do,
it's about giving others
what they're due.
Black lives matter,
Martin Luther King
gave his speech fifty years ago,
yet we're still fighting.
Have you heard the policemen,
they have no remorse,
the literal demonization,
and its going to get worse.
unless we can stop it,
and I'm hoping we can
Mike wasn't a thief,
this god forsaken land.
How are we so quick to judge,
Russia, Korea, China and more,
yet we **** innocent people,
and racism soars.
You want change,
you're blaming Obama?
Change it yourself,
Family means ohana
Yeah that's A children's movie,
but wait a moment yet
we could learn a lot
from children I bet.
They don't have biases,
they're only three
in their small minds
everyone's free.
But thats not the truth
It's cold and hard,
just the bodies
of a bright future,
Mike Brown
of a boy with a hoodie
Trayvon Martin
of a Twelve year-old boy
Tamir Rice
of a husband and father of six children
Eric Garner
You won't be forgotten,
as long as this world I'm living in
as long as it goes on,
you'll always be thought of
and what might've been.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Last Night
I found myself stuck
I kept
opening my eyes
But I
couldn't wake up.
Guess
I'm just stuck
In a world, in real-time
where;
Every secret is another risk.
Promises are just a remnant of a myth
Trust was a lie.
And honestly was abolished, so
True Love couldn't really exist.
People better at using words as fist --
than using them as a gift.
Children getting schooled like fish,
school programs turned to projects
to nature the statistics;
so if the shoes fits
they are too dump to notice;
Police enforcing politics,
while social media enforce justice,
young heart-broken mothers seethe,
with protesters cause,
because they wouldn't let son breathe.
People shooting in black on white,
so its hard to see, it
killing you and me.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Time's clock ticking, drops
infinity into the rust of bedside tables.
In Bed-Stuy, in D.C, dear Baltimore. And you too,
Ferguson.
East Coast warriors raise high heavy heads.
Break loose shackles, blushing muscles. Veins
of ancients pump through us.
Now we cry for peace. Resilience and time
*********** out from present pleasures. T.V screens.
Longing hours contemplating
forgotten dreams. Nightmares,
trickle blood out of nosebleed section patrons.
An operatic multitude of greed
and insanity. Corrupt millionaires
spit down on struggling, stuttering
lost and alone
actors, poets
the good politician.
The neighborhood bully weeps after swatting a fly,
and immortality feigns existence. Be here
now death, let them know the coming of peace,
spiraling black holes
of emotion and pride and dead boys.
Broken time continuous, and hearts.
9-11, 2001 rocked a nation,
what rocked you?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
Can you hear
the sound
of change.
All around us
it flows like
blood.
Young boys being
killed by
justice
Stolen from
the ones
who love them.
Why do they die
and I
live?
What makes us
any
different?
The color of
skin shouldn't
matter.
But we all know
it
does.
Why do murderers
walk around
free.
And innocents mowed
down like
grass
When will the change
grow to a
roar?
When will life
be
fair?
When will we not
have
injustice?
Change is
almost
here.
But only we
can make it
reality.
Will you sing
its song with
me?
Or will you stay silent,
dead
silent.
Like
Mike
Brown?
You feel
very
pressured?
Well then,
are you
breathing?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Why the hell ... do they do it … ???
They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!!
Well ... THE TRUTH is ...
Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ...
... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!!
Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!!
is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!!
But ... Let me ... Proceed ...
cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!!
that ... ANY ... Police Force ...
is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!!
" This Morn' " ...
It was ... ME ...
who they wanted ... " To be " ...
ANOTHER ... Young Black ...
in .... " Police Custody " ....
“Excuse me sir,
your car is registered,
to a national bank ?”
“THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED,
I’M PAYING A FEE,
SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS ….
IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…”
“Okay Okay !!!
but, can we have,
your name please ?”
“LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE,
IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !”
See .....
That's when ... their faces ...
Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!!
of ... seeing a black ...
Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!!
The car that I drive ...
is ... " LEGIT " ...
That's a .... FACT .... !!!!!
While ... RACIST OLD BILL ...
NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! …
When ...
" Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!!
They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!!
and then ... just .... RESORT ...
to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!!
Which ...
Just goes to ... SHOW ...
It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ...
who take drugs ... when they're low ...
It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!!
who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ...
But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ???
is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!!
because i'm ... Getting Sick ...
of ...... " ALL TELL " ......
and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!!
They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!!
Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ...
"Blacks being mis-treated,
is NOT a Race Thing !"
But …. ???? ….
These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows
Now Show ... how things' go ...
It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ...
Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!!
Now ... Journalists too ...
have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?!
That .....
" White Men " ... under cover ...
Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!!
NOT ...
A figment in ... Black peoples' ...
****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! …
Now ...
Those are not words ...
I believe to be ... True ... !!!
I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ...
.... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! ....
Giving people ... " Some Clues " ...
as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ...
feel the way that ... I DO ... !!!
Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!!
But ...
Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!!
" Some " ... Black people STEAL ...
and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ...
Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!!
But ......
THIS ... Does Not mean ...
that ... EVERY ... Black Person ...
is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!!
and that ... Money they've made ...
Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ...
in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!?
It's Policemen ... to me ...
who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ...
and then in ... " Their Dreams " ...
Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!!
Just check through ... THE NEWS ...
You'll SEE ... what I mean ...
Well .....
My day's getting ... better ....
now i've ... " Typed " ...
These few ... " Letters " ...
But it's .....
Time to ... STOP TAPPING ...
cos' this poem i've written ...
has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!!
My View ...
On These ... PIGS ... !!!!!
Who ...... THRIVE ON ......
……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
another name added
to the list,
another life taken
by hands that
forget to look
before they forget
to stop.
"he was a monster"
you say.
"he was a ****
you say,
as if you've
known him
for years and years
instead of seconds,
as if you've spent
more moments with him
than the time between
you aiming the blow
and his heart stopping.
everyone knows
you can take away a life
with a gun and your hands
but no one talks about
how you've already
killed a human being
when you treat them
less than human.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
Don't shoot!
Can't you see my white palms
Not the black end of my black hands
Guilty until proven innocent
That's the predicament I was raised in
When I walk onto the subway, privilege holds for dear life the bag her daddy gave her, and yes by privilege I mean white.
Because based on my skin I'm automatically framed as a thief that lives too cheap to afford the Kors bag that she has.
Don't shoot!
I just found out my dog passed and decided I'd run fast and hold her tight before her last gasp.
But since I'm black and I'm running, the pigs start coming after me as if I created a catastrophe since the mask of me is black.
They corrupt the laws, use excessive force and pin me down to the ground when I was just trying to get to my hound.
Don't shoot!
Yes my windows are tinted and my skin is a shade the same but when you pull me over I'm not to blame for the drug ring that has your people suffering.
I sweat in fear for my life as I see red and blue lights wondering if I will live to see tomorrow's sunlight.
Because based on my tints and my rims and my skin I must be some criminal uncaught.
So as privilege approaches my door I must place my white palms on the wheel and plead to retrieve my license from the passengers seat.
Don't shoot!
Because if I was white I wouldn't need to fight for my right to life.
And I wouldn't have to fear the man that society told me would pull my hand if I raised it in a plea for help and welp,
That just isn't the case so based on my race I must remain on thin ice for the rest of my black life, yelling
Don't shoot!
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC