"if i had a son, he'd look like trayvon." barack hussein obama
there will never be justice on stolen land.
be concerned of the people,
and the system,
and the philosophy.
nights like these i fear:
having a son
having a black son
being black
being American
being a woman
being...
i fear raising a murderer or the murdered, of spending the rest of my life scared of a shadow, or becoming one.
victimized.
they only regard our kind when we shake the grounds in anger, when our voices boom off the walls and translate into violence. we are marching Martins.
i fear my son carrying his struggles on his shoulders, doning a black cloak like his black hood.
i can't watch him die again.
no black boy should feel like dirt when their pigment is golden.

I looked over the frame and upward to
Meet your eyes when you passed by
A sidewalk beggar
A kenneled hound would
Present this posture to any passing uncertainty
Doning fangs or long coats and a predatory aura

Devil on my shoulder i'm thinking it's all over tell me you're the witness how often have you seen me sin and ask for forgiveness
Normal kid on the block once used to be everything handed me to me in sets of 3
time flew by but i'm still singing my musical lullaby
Simple people sever ties and break bonds something that was once here tomorrow gone
God running through your veins but i'm here doning fine sipping from my golden cup my red wine waiting for my life to align in Gods perfect design but hates gonna hate lovers are gonna love but i'm just here waiting and preying to the sky above.