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Quwaine Aug 2020
They say real eyes realize real lies
Social improvement disguised as gentrification.
Pandemics and self contained isolation,
Still doesn't stop the industrialized racism of our nation.
It's like they want me to be black, without being black,
they say black is as beautiful as the night sky,
but at the same time will make comparisons to my skin being the same colour as under the bed
you made it so lay in it.
dont try to justify your actions though the scapegoat of ignorance.
Its not bliss, its blisters.
The ice and fire of your words cause a chemical reaction that is more than skin deep,
Internally screaming, angry tears from my third eye weep.
But better not make a sound or a peep
Being an angry black man can prove to be fatal.
Labeled as a criminal but our melanin deficient counterpart's are simply mentally unstable,
our innocence and resonable doubt was left in the cradle.
Our depression was only made aparent after the dissolution of our family was concieved post-natal,
but they still want us to be grateful?
surpirsed that the thoughts from the recessess of my mind are ones that are hateful,
thinking that these blanco diablos have nothing but ill itentions
serenading me with affection and attention, while simultaneously executing their decpetion
But.... real eyes realize real lies.
Mike Hauser Dec 2017
When we were young we raised our cup
Here's to innocence
We knew enough to rely on love
But that's as far as our knowledge went

Tender and green by all means
Was anyone surpirsed
Feeling safe in our day to day
With our parents by our side

Then, oh lookie they're here the teenage years
Where we think we know it all
Not sure about that but our happiness
Were days spent at the mall

Back and forth soon enough runs its course
As it always does with time
Life gets tough for all of us
Losing our way when we close our eyes

Who would have known how fast it'd go
When adolescence took a stroll
With life once free, a party
Until it got out of control

Win or lose the battle still ensues
What was once a piece of cake
Where innocence once rode the fence
To fall off along the way

— The End —