#trayvonmartin - Hello Poetry

"I can't breathe." - George Flloyd "I don't have a a gun, stop shooting!" -Michael Brown "What are you following me for?" -Trayvon Martin "...." -Jonathan Ferrell "I love you too." -Sean Bell Stop. Killing. Innocent. People.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC

lemongr3y

Five Last Words of the Dead

"I can't breathe." - George Flloyd "I don't have a a gun, stop shooting!" -Michael Brown "What are you following me for?" -Trayvon Martin "...." -Jonathan Ferrell "I love you too." -Sean Bell Stop. Killing. Innocent. People.

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Off guard on duty the snowflake knew time to waste Its unknowing decent cataract rapid acidic proletariat Less than perspicacious a red hand to the case, No longer judicious a domino race My words are **** ashes fertilizing the world wide wind More of us make less of them but they bombastic at the power within We all possess the power to sin Tell me something true as I lament the news. Billie war Holidays sing song me the blues Hands shoot in the air guns clap on the beat Future sigh in despair old vote with their feet Factors of fear multiplied without receipt So you can't exchange the Unknown for something concrete. Afraid for our lives while we wither away humanity circumventing diaspora in the name of the low and no holds bar The cross exam I mag I nation no accountability when Severing and Projecting The streets. Is all pomp and circumstance Ignorance in defeat? because American apathy is a golden gutter lining the highways of hope and justice. The great black hope driven to equivocal ends The magisterial mountain way Waved inundation of political bends There are no u turns OK home of the straight and narrow Wed with the freedom ring Blistered by the oil we use to butter bread what can we say we learned from the best it's intoxicated intercontinental intelligence One man's pain is another man's pleasure. By what other means can we rationalize and measure? I didn't make the rules We did Don't just vote cut throat Over calculated the complexity of human habit by underestimating the simplicity of evol u tion. Chopped and ******* time over and over waited ya head hangs low Soci ally Osc illated So heavy it's a wonder these words don't black hole through gravity and bull licks baby daddy bell tolls He would bend Time and Space taking mother place to place stringing paycheck to paycheck like Hindu prayer cloths on Hollywood sidewalks Hailing uncle Sam and the oil man 2 lend a hand, job, or a plan **** only getting noticed by the under educated yet over- privileged college dropout offering tea and sympathy cause limping ain't easy, and systemic negligence is public enemy # 1... The only explosion to fear is the sun. We are **** dust in the lung When all is said and dung, All lives matter like helium and radon Exp lo ding in Uni son Sys tem Ic Ra ce Ism Eyes hyper-focused on the finger and the wind cried boom a rung

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May 26, 2015

May 26, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Boom a Rang

Off guard on duty the snowflake knew time to waste Its unknowing decent cataract rapid acidic proletariat Less than perspicacious a red hand to the case, No longer judicious a domino race My words are **** ashes fertilizing the world wide wind More of us make less of them but they bombastic at the power within We all possess the power to sin Tell me something true as I lament the news. Billie war Holidays sing song me the blues Hands shoot in the air guns clap on the beat Future sigh in despair old vote with their feet Factors of fear multiplied without receipt So you can't exchange the Unknown for something concrete. Afraid for our lives while we wither away humanity circumventing diaspora in the name of the low and no holds bar The cross exam I mag I nation no accountability when Severing and Projecting The streets. Is all pomp and circumstance Ignorance in defeat? because American apathy is a golden gutter lining the highways of hope and justice. The great black hope driven to equivocal ends The magisterial mountain way Waved inundation of political bends There are no u turns OK home of the straight and narrow Wed with the freedom ring Blistered by the oil we use to butter bread what can we say we learned from the best it's intoxicated intercontinental intelligence One man's pain is another man's pleasure. By what other means can we rationalize and measure? I didn't make the rules We did Don't just vote cut throat Over calculated the complexity of human habit by underestimating the simplicity of evol u tion. Chopped and ******* time over and over waited ya head hangs low Soci ally Osc illated So heavy it's a wonder these words don't black hole through gravity and bull licks baby daddy bell tolls He would bend Time and Space taking mother place to place stringing paycheck to paycheck like Hindu prayer cloths on Hollywood sidewalks Hailing uncle Sam and the oil man 2 lend a hand, job, or a plan **** only getting noticed by the under educated yet over- privileged college dropout offering tea and sympathy cause limping ain't easy, and systemic negligence is public enemy # 1... The only explosion to fear is the sun. We are **** dust in the lung When all is said and dung, All lives matter like helium and radon Exp lo ding in Uni son Sys tem Ic Ra ce Ism Eyes hyper-focused on the finger and the wind cried boom a rung

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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

LunaLynn_Poetry

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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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

lashae-eaddy

I Can't 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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All it took was a hood on Skittles and music 6 shots 3 minutes Pronounced dead No ambulance Bloodshed Mothers mourning Her sons are gone too soon. Wiped from the earth All because of my colour black. We all mourning and protesting. We all kneel and raise our hands up to the sky Pleading for justice Begging Don't shoot!! He was killed by a man whose job is to protect and serve But failed to serve due to my colour black. Now the media are tearing our community apart All because of my skin colour. I am no animal, I am human . Why must we bury our children? What have they don't wrong? They say racism doesn't exist But how many black boys and men must die In order for us to accept that racism still exist! We are all human As if being human is an error an excuse for a trigger. No mother deserves to bury her joy. We deserve to be respected the same. We are all equal in God's eye. Black lives matter.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC

lucia-domingos-fula

All because of my colour ( R.I.P Mike Brown )

All it took was a hood on Skittles and music 6 shots 3 minutes Pronounced dead No ambulance Bloodshed Mothers mourning Her sons are gone too soon. Wiped from the earth All because of my colour black. We all mourning and protesting. We all kneel and raise our hands up to the sky Pleading for justice Begging Don't shoot!! He was killed by a man whose job is to protect and serve But failed to serve due to my colour black. Now the media are tearing our community apart All because of my skin colour. I am no animal, I am human . Why must we bury our children? What have they don't wrong? They say racism doesn't exist But how many black boys and men must die In order for us to accept that racism still exist! We are all human As if being human is an error an excuse for a trigger. No mother deserves to bury her joy. We deserve to be respected the same. We are all equal in God's eye. Black lives matter.

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Must a boy become a man, paint a lifetime with sparkly night colors gray on gray,  the time it takes to spill blood and tears listless onto  one sandy, macadam street *Chase him, he’ll turn on you  Confront him, he’ll fight  Shoot him, you came ready  to **** to feel hard flesh  surrender, slacken, heart flutter, pressure lost* The street knows, drawn with chalk, what difference lies between man and boy Which is which, when dawn breaks, and why do angels  weep at night unheard….

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

Rivenheart

Tabula Rasa

Must a boy become a man, paint a lifetime with sparkly night colors gray on gray,  the time it takes to spill blood and tears listless onto  one sandy, macadam street *Chase him, he’ll turn on you  Confront him, he’ll fight  Shoot him, you came ready  to **** to feel hard flesh  surrender, slacken, heart flutter, pressure lost* The street knows, drawn with chalk, what difference lies between man and boy Which is which, when dawn breaks, and why do angels  weep at night unheard….

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