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Classy J Mar 2019
Once again Classy J the definition of a sin,
Deceased kindness that passes down to my kin.
Addiction restricting timeless memories that pour's softly within.
Sadly this is the only time warmth ever greets me,
Can I ever change? Beats me?
So maybe when history gets spun again and again the future has no choice but to be grim?
Fairy-tales woven into white lie's that negate horrific sins.
Minds going crazy that's got me turning into Harley Quinn.
Happily never after reforming heroes, that severs off well intended meanings.
Exceedingly dreary reality fraught with fog that makes it hard to see where we first began.  
That lights holy crosses on fire like the ku klux ****.
Entrapping lost souls inside a raven claws diadem.
No glad tidings left residing in thee,
When humanity keeps going on killing sprees.
Will we ever be truly free?
Or is freedom just a double edged poisoned sword like a hamlet tragedy?
Fending off hatred but how can one do it peacefully?
For even with civil rights the media still has no problem linching minorities!
So I’m left Watching as nightmarishly thin cows start eating up the healthy ones, who knew one vision of a Pharaoh could become reality?
For when good comes, the bad comes shortly after, so maybe instead of pointless debates we need to implement actions?
In order to have a true happily ever after!
But that all depends on us incompetent humans who divide everything and everyone into class systems.
With phobias turning others inhuman or illegal aliens that are in need for dissection.
Chopping up our own kin or refusing to vaccinate them because some stupid doctor claimed it causes autism.
So, we’d rather **** our children rather than having them associate within a disorderly spectrum.
Hmm. If you ask me that’s pretty ******* dum!
Guess that’s what happens when humanity tries to hard to get to the sun?
Thinking ourselves as God’s that be damning what others have said or done.
Getting offended over everything, man this **** is sure getting tiresome!
Helina Jun 2020
Let me ask you a question..
Why is it my skin color
That bothers you so much?
The fact that I have melanin
It triggers you enough,
To pull out a gun?
Point it right to my head
And take my life in a split second.

Let me
Ask you a question

As far as I know,
All our insides look the same.
Whether it’s the most evil person in the world,
Or the most kind hearted soul.

We all have the same kinds of stomach, heart, and lung.

So,
So Why?
Why is it my skin color that bothers you so much?
That i look a little different,
than what society has accepted is alright.

What does being racist,
Bring to your table?
Why do you think being any other color but white,
Is being unstable
Why does God
making your skin a little light,
Make you think you have powers
And you rise up above

So Let ME ask you a question,
For the very last time…
Why is it that you live in the 21st century,
But your ideology is still stuck in the 1820s.

Don’t you see?
Go look at the nearest protest in your town
Or go search for a video while inside
It’s every race that’s screaming for justice
We’re all standing by each other's side
Our so called leader threatens us with force
But like those many signs say,
It’s “No justice, no peace” for us all

So many innocent lives taken,
Linching was way back then,
But they’ve brought it back in a legalized version
You swore you would respect
the humanity of those whom you encounter
But here you are stepping and looking down on somebody’s father
While he screams “I can’t breath” louder and louder
Then we go out seeking Justice
During a whole pandemic
Risking our own lives
For those who were wrongfully shot,
But get left on the street dead
For 12 hours just for showing love

A father shouldn’t have to fear for his life
A mother shouldn’t have to teach her child
How to stay safe,
While doing the most peaceful things in their town
Nobody should be scared to go on a jog
Or be frightened by the police
Just because their skin color is black

“Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend”
Said Martin Luther King once
So we will stand here to make a difference
To make it be and stay love over hate.

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