#policebrutality
If you don’t bow to their power,
If you dare not to cower,
They have the right,
They have the might,
To take you by your head,
Crush until you're dead,
Then blame it on your meds.
You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!
Got a letter from the feds,
Heard everything I said,
About tryna **** the state,
Refuse to capitulate,
Cops are at my door,
My feet hit the floor,
At more than just a jog,
They killed my ******* dog?!
You're nothing but a victim,
Lost inside a system,
Built by ruling class,
They tell us not to be so crass?!
Righteous only in the mind,
A duty so precisely designed,
To brutalize neighborhoods that’re undermined,
A position historically intertwined,
With those who hoisted it on their pride,
It’s been revised to assure class conscious demise.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
This is a very important day
A grand and glorious day
The day on which we became a Republic
Thanks to the guiding light
Of Babasaheb Dr. B.R.Ambedkar
The Architect of the Constitution
And the True Father of the Nation
If it were not for the great leader's efforts
In creating such a precious document
Many of us would have been denied
Our basic rights and freedoms
There would have been no equality
Many of us would have been languishing
In the gloomy confines of Tihar Jail
In fact, many of us
Wouldn't even have had the chance to live!
This is a very important day
A grand and glorious day
Or, is it really?
Today is the day
On which we take the pledge
To follow and protect the Constitution
But do we really follow it?
Is there really equality everywhere?
Is everyone getting their basic rights?
Are we really a free country?
Is our human rights record
Really something to be proud of?
This is a very important day
A grand and glorious day
Or, is it really?
If Dr. Ambedkar were alive today
He would have been speechless
With sheer shock and outrage
At the way in which
Our Constitution is being misused
Whether it be innocents languishing in jail
Or the atrocities inflicted by the trigger-happy police
Or arbitrary bills being passed
To benefit the rich and the powerful
Or people being denied a chance to love
Because they belong to different religions
Or an entire state being trapped and besieged
And cut off from any kind of communication whatsoever
And of course, casteism in a myriad variety of forms
At each and every level, whether overt or subtle
The list goes on and on
With no end in sight
This is a very important day
A grand and glorious day
Or rather, supposed to be
In reality, a very sad day
We are cowards at heart
We wear our patriotism on our sleeves
We scream from the rooftops
India! India! India!
But we never question injustice
The sheer injustice perpetrated on a daily basis
On many of our brethren
Especially the marginalised communities
They are also equally patriotic
But we deny them the chance
To even share the stage with us
Till we, the privileged majority
Acknowledge our complicity
In all the injustice and inequality
And start making amends
In action, not mere words
There is no point in celebrating Republic Day
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 1:39 AM UTC
There's no denying that id rather be with the angels flying; instead of stressing out about all of my people dying.
To be honest I'm not sure what's killing us more, but it all needs to cease. All of these drugs flooding the streets or all of this brutality by the fuckin' police. Whatever happened to our peace?
Its crazy if you ask me, knowing that police brutality is no longer seen as an abnormality. I never thought we could become so dark, but **** it, we let this become our reality.
Kind of like how everyone's glorifying the "drug game", cause everyone thinks slanging that dope could lead you to fame. Tell me though, would it be worth it to give your Mama that shame?
Its all fun and games until everyone wants you to take the blame, so do yourself a favor and don't listen to what these "gangsters" claim.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
We hexed the moon
We burned downtown
We killed Carlos
We started a plague
We started riots
We almost started a 3rd war
We protested and got shot
We killed our year
We said it would be better
We lied and broke it
We tried and failed it
And now I'm sick of resentment
But we can improve it
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
thinking about how cops are beating protestors senseless not even 20 minutes from where i live.
thinking about how they block off the streets and stand unmasked, batons in hand, other hand resting pointedly on their gun.
thinking about how it could be me next— another unspecified black face and black body and black existence snuffed out— a hashtag, a mural.
(and those are the lucky ones.)
thinking about how a memorial is the best case scenario for a black life.
thinking about the bodies in the street.
thinking about blood splattering the ground, mixing with paint and obscuring the “black lives matter” lettering on the road.
thinking about the chalk art and loud music in a neighborhood soon-to-be-gentrified.
thinking about how we’ve grown used to the stench of rotting flesh outside our doors.
thinking about the taste of blood in my mouth from my nearly-severed tongue i didn’t realize i was biting.
thinking about the tension in my neck and jaw.
thinking about the way my eyes never seem to close.
thinking about the eyes that will never again open.
thinking thinking thinking.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC
i find it incredible
that you can look me dead in the eye
ignoring my dead comrade
and talk about the justice in this country
when the judge, jury, and executioner of the blacks
sits in the executive branch, alone
brandishing their badge
retrofitted to read "officer"
rather than "slave catcher"
and truth is framed as false
against their flimsy fabrications of innocence
that amazes me
i find it incredible
that you can be surprised by those boys in blue
beating our black skin blacker 'n' blue
'till red runs down our cheeks like tears from our eyes
so used to witnessing this onslaught of slaughter
that we can't cry tears half the time
that amazes me
i find it incredible
that you can honestly ask me
"how could this happen?"
as i fail to find footing
on this razor thin line
between being blinded by tears
trembling with grief, anger, and fear
and being so numb i can't speak
feeling like a monster for a lack of reaction
to the atrocities i have to witness
i've found a happy-less medium
and must be content to remain numb with rage
that amazes me
i find it incredible
that you can graciously remind me not to forget white and blue
while i scream into the void that i matter, too
unless, of course, i happen to be brandishing a hairbrush
or somehow disrupt your white life
then you quickly affix an asterisk to the word "all"
that amazes me
i find it incredible
that you can proudly proclaim your allyship
and in the same breath explain how
that black was a criminal
but i'm one of the "good ones"
because i'm not ghetto
and conditioned code switches into my DNA
so i'm not a threat unless i ask you to reel it in
and just possibly stop saying ******
it triggers panic and makes me sick
when it falls from your pale lips
yet i stomach it and swallow my anxiety
sitting with a twisting gut in your presence
that amazes me
i find it incredible
that you seem to have this superpower
pulling you from awareness into blissful oblivion
that i can only imagine
because your life's not on the line
that amazes me
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC
From off the pores of pitch-black skin,
Floyd's soul saps aways,
Little by Little,
One last time
One last effort
One last fruitless plea
In tinny scraps of air
Pushed up from greying lumens
Sourly yields a quashed neck coldening ,
The sore man sighs the last of life,
The man with the loathed shade met his end
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
“From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.”
–William Shakespeare (Prologue to Romeo and Juliet)
I was hewn from the helpless limbs of a tree
Which could have grown
To become something magnificent
Through sanding and carving
Through varnishing and the work of human hands
I was formed
In a way, the tree which was mutilated to give me life
Was a foreshadowing of my truncheon fate
I swing through the air once again
A weapon in the hands of a vehement oppressor
Skin splits
Blood sprays
Bone shatters
Bodies litter the dust
Staining the earth with crimson testament
To the cruelty I have wrought
Some of the figures are marred
Reminiscent of the tree from which I was hewn
Which died to give me life
The dark throng of protestors
Are but mortals
Faced by the immortal power
Of those lighter beings
Who wield me, mercilessly
I wish to weep
For the destruction, pain
Anguish I leave in my wake
I wish I was still a living bough
Capable of shedding resin tears
Capable of yielding to greater forces
Not to force the vulnerable to break
But I cannot weep
I cannot yield
I am a baton
A weapon in the hands of those who swore to protect
Yet scythe down those who rise to protect what is rightfully theirs
Ancient grudge of black and white
Break to new mutiny of segregation
Where civil blood of those who seek protection
Makes civil hands who swore to guard them
Unclean.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 6:59 AM UTC
I can’t breathe
On these choking
White streets of
The United
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 7:18 AM UTC
Why did you used violence
When he doesn’t have weapons?
Why did you used violence
And left all his children
Fatherless?
I wonder what is with the brutality
Choked a helpless man on the street
He was willing to do your order, let go of your knee
When he said he can’t breathe
Why did you used violence
Without any good reason?
Why did you used violence
When he was innocent?
Why did you used violence
Is it because he is a black person?
Now it’s not your concern
Because now he can breathe peacefully in heaven
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:01 PM UTC
are you tired yet? are you tired?
do you hear the screams? do you hear the wails? the pain?
are you tired yet? are you tired?
do you smell the mass graves (you always smell them before you see them)? do you smell the ash? the rotting flesh?
are you tired yet? are you tired?
do you feel the dirt under your fingernails (it’ll never be washed clean)? do you feel the skin rubbed raw? do you feel the muscles so tense that tendons give way? your eyes are still open— do you feel the burn yet?
are you tired yet? are you tired?
do you taste the blood? do you taste the iron? the red clay coating your tongue?
are you tired yet? are you tired?
do you see the blood? the broken glass? the smoke? the fire?
are you tired yet? are you tired?
can you see it yet? can you see anything?
are you tired?
tape your eyes open. you are not allowed to look away.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
I love so hard
it’s not always pretty
so if you happen across me
on a day like this
just know your
lil struggler loves you
with all her heart.
pain, I mean real pain
spurs from loving devotion to God
and all of the People on this Earth
today’s challenges are necessary
for tomorrow’s Revolts
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
It took years
It took years for me to love the color of my skin
To love the hair that grows out of my head
It took years to stop wanting to bleach my skin
To stop wanting to straighten my hair
It took years
To stop wanting to be anything but black
To stop wishing that I was never born.
But somehow, I still achieved it.
Even in the face of people that are hell-bent on hating us every single day.
I should be doing homework but I can’t focus
It seems like all this work will be for nothing anyway
Like our deathbed is only a day away
I should be studying for finals but I can’t absorb any information
Instead, I am sitting by the door waiting for my dad to come downstairs
Just so I can tell him goodbye and pray that he comes home
I should be planning my future
But instead, I can only focus on the next few hours
Waiting and waiting and waiting
For my dad AND mom to walk through that **** front door.
Hoping that my brother got home safe as well.
All because of the color of my skin.
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC
The melanin in our skin,
leaves open a gateway for hate.
It is where violence and bigotry breed
at the hands of those meant to protect.
Was our skin color God’s mistake?
What is fed to us as seeds,
grows into fires filled with rage as we mature.
The cycle is inevitable, at best,
foreshadowing the entirety of our lives.
Placing those sprouted through hate into an inescapable prison,
filled with fires which cannot be extinguished.
Warranting these fires to burn within us, was God’s only mistake.
We will not be put out.
I.M
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
Corner stores and gas stations
Parks and cars.
We are in danger no matter where we are
I hold my breath to not cause a fright
Because if I do i might lose my life.
“Stay still, show me your ID”
“Please officer what do you need of me?”
We hold our sisters hands
But we can't promise a safe land.
You're supposed to protects us
So why cause such a fuss?
You held us captive for years
So why do we cause you such tears?
Please officer don't shoot
I was just playing with my friends
No need to execute.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
what is this place we call life
where i'm always stereotyped
is it my skin?
is my blackness offensive?
black bodies running for their lives
trying to survive this genocide
is it the way i dress?
is it the way i talk?
getting beat up on my own block
getting shot five times with a glock
i couldn't even say goodbye to my mama
i couldn't even say goodbye to anyone
so you tell me
what is life?
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
I said, "How long will it take?"
I mean, we've seen the same mistakes.
Ain't it crazy after all this,
we're still waiting for a change.
And the faces are the same,
the pain, it still remains.
Tired of it all but really who is there to blame?
The system, the victims, the money or fame?
The power, the hour, the looks or the name?
But whatever the claim,
we need to make a change.
We are here to stay
so all my people, can I hear you say!
No justice, No peace
No murderous police!
They say liberty for all,
but freedom is not free.
Its time to break down these walls
of animosity.
Its time to fight for our justice and equality.
& we've seen it all before
rooted deep within our history.
Made some improvements
but there is still no victory.
Don't shoot, Hands up
Unite and stand up
Fight back and man up
One more brother down
We need back up!
Its time for a change
Real action, real pain!
We might look different
but were all the same.
Man, this system is so distorted,
to change that, i'm for it.
No freedom till were equal
**** right I support it.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
**** the Police
Coming straight out the underground
Young brother got it bad
Cuz I look Mexican and I'm brown
Can't forget to do diarrhea
on the sheriff deputies
Cuz you wear a uniform and a badge
think you deserve respect like a G
Biggest violaters of civil rights
in the ******* land
take advantage of everybody
cuz you think we're stupid and you can
Where are you going? What's your name? Are you on Probation?
California is not a stop and identify state
How about I cuff your ***
Take you to an alley and let out all my frustration
Am I under arrest?
Or am I free to go is what I ask
Boo bop & slit your throat
come up from behind with a ******* Chucky mask
I'm the worst ******* nightmare
there ever has been
A conscious, Chicano, 5 percenter
Moorish American free national citizen
How about next time you **** one of us
We hunt you down, home invade your family
and launch you all of a cliff in a bus.
Quick to leave a pig bleeding left for dead in a ***** ditch
***** sewed to your mouth, you wanna be me punk *** *****
Or we'll cut your head off
and stick it to a thousand foot pole
start the vampire nation, count Vlad's idea yea I stole.
14th amendment, 85 percenter
corporate security guard
driving a big *** truck with your undersized *****
and you think your all hard, you ******* ******
You're obvious and pathetic
I got no time to play
We don't die we multiply and the movement is here to stay.
Get off me stupid I ain't signing no autographs
Che Guevara reincarnated now who has the last laugh?
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
You are a guardian of the law
Your duty is to keep crime at bay
And bring the criminals to justice
But, as I watch you,
Wearing a khaki uniform
And swinging your baton around
As you go about on your daily rounds
I am filled with such a rage
That I hold my hand up in prayer
And desperately wish that thoughts could ****
Because you would then be dead
Before anyone could even say "police"
You are a guardian of the law
Your duty is to keep crime at bay
And bring the criminals to justice
But instead, you abuse the immense power
That you wield in your iron fist
As people come out in hordes
To protest on various issues
You swing your baton around
As wood clashes against flesh
Democracy dies a thousand deaths
However, your lust is unsatiated
A pistol replaces the baton
As it rains bullets
Bundles of cash change hands
As you quietly pocket them
You yell to the world
That justice has been served
Even as the bodies pile up
And Humanity waves a white flag
As she bows to your iron fist
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
9mm that’s the size of a bullet fired by police,
It could be in self-defence,
It wouldn’t matter.
Cameras and press are pressed for time and need to get a front-page article out,
“Chicago policeman shoots man” is what they go with
Never mind that man killed three girls aged 10 – 12 but not before they were violently abducted.
Police to avoid this happening to another child raided the house with the wallpaper faded.
He shot at them first and when the policeman fired back he signed his resignation because no-one wanted to hear his apology in front of the whole nation.
NRA and the 2nd amendment are giving everyone an easy excuse,
It’s written into the constitution therefore it must be okay,
But let me tell you something real quick:
Slavery was legal
Segregation was legal
Does that make it okay?
And here is where we sit right now on that fine line of it being moral and it being legal
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
Blood means nothing
Unless it's staining the streets
Family has no merit
When they don't even See me
You want me to be passive?
And let them spew racist hate?
And all that "gendered" ********
You can't stop me, too late
**** the systems that oppress us
These prisons are stealing lives
Locking up innocent people
It's a form of modern genocide
We are all human
But our brothers are killed by police
And our sisters killed for their gender identity
But you'd rather look the other way
And defend hateful "free speech"
I am aware of my privilege
And I will not stay silent
You turn your eyes away from police brutality
But try to preach anti-violence
Our country is run by the white and the blue
While the red is the blood of its people
We need to look up at reality
And stop focusing on the steeples
Your hopes and your prayers
Do not end the violence
Instead they teach hate
And oppressive silence
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
Dance in the flowers of springtime like a flower without petals.
I have never heard of such.
Never heard of a flower without petals, a lion without a roar, a tree without bark.
These things are simply unheard of like sacred souls.
They never see these things or the stitches on your heart holding you together, never heard of a heart that doesn't love.
Never heard of a tiger without stripes and the pride of them , for what would we know if not these things?
What about Maya Angelou who told us of the caged bird that sings or Langston Hughes who taught us to take our dreams, spread our wings and fly with them?
A flame without heat is not so, it is ignited like the rage flowing through our veins when yet another African American boy is faced down,
on the ground,
unarmed,
with blood of his own flowing out of him.
Never heard of is it?
Just like the streets that would scream if they could speak, so would Andy Lopez if wasn't already six feet under just for being 13.
These are the things that are not unheard of, we just never hear them.
I think maybe it is time these things be recognized and not cast aside, so that maybe their is hope for a bright future.
That we might never have to see a world where flowers have no petals and lions no roar.
But finally at peace with no war.
Just love.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
Everyone always talks about it, marches blindly toward it
with its hopeful and bright days but what does the future,
the expected child of history, mean? Is it hidden in the next
sentence? In the shadow of tomorrow? A year, two, three
from now? And yeah, everyone always thinks about it,
makes plans and to-do lists for it, waits for the ease to come,
for the hardship to pass, for the bullets, like hummingbirds,
to stop flying but when I get there, will I be safe? Will the sun
rise for me? Will the crickets sing and stop as I pass them
on the street? When I get there, will my wife be safe?
Will the sun rise for her? Will the crickets sing and stop
as she passes them on the street? When I get there, will our
children be safe? With their fair skin and brown eyes? Or
will the bullets, like hummingbirds, continue to fly? I can
picture it now: driving home on the stretch of interstate
between work and home on a Friday evening, content with
the will of the week, eager to share what joys and concerns
revealed themselves within the seconds of my day, the lake a
floor of blue covered in diamonds bobbing in my peripheral,
when over the radio a journalist reports another unarmed
Black body was murdered by those trained to serve
and protect the future.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC