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  Aug 2014 Yvette
Ciarra Reneé
The question that has arisen is:
What and how do we teach our black boys?
What is permissible for them to do in the eyes of the law or of a scared shooter?
Can they walk home from a convenient store?
Can they listen to rap music in the car with their friends?
Can they go to their bachelor party?
Can they whistle at a white woman?
Can they defend themselves?
These are the questions that we don't want to ask but we need to answer because young black men have become moving targets in America
We don't want to beg these questions in the black community because we don't to instill fear in our children but if not what shall we instill in them?
Because respect and toleration has only gotten them shot at
How quickly can a black man reach into his pocket?
Is he allowed to reach for his wallet or his hairbrush or a bag of skittles?
Do we have to teach the young males in our community the proper speed in which to make movement?
Being brown poses a threat in and of itself
And don't tell me that we have freedom
That time has passed and our nation is evolving, that racism doesn't exist
Racism is in the American culture
It is in the puritanical foundation that this country lies upon
It is the basis of the American economy
It is written in our constitution
It is all around us
Racism is so deeply embedded that white people have convinced us of our inferiority so much
That we've grown to hate ourselves
See when the foundation of a nation is racist
People of color grow to hate themselves and one another
Black on black crimes don't even make headlines
It's daily
It's called reversed racism
We know the threat we pose and we know what are fate will be if we don't comply or turn our music down or put our hands up quick enough or walk fast enough or slow enough
Young black men are forced to fear the law
Taught to hide from blue and white
Scared to be African before they can be proud to be an American
Nationality does not matter when the image that our nation is based is blonde hair and blue eyes
The hyphen -American in our ethnic title serves no purpose when we are not treated as such
We are black before we are American
We are black before we are brothers or fathers or uncles or cousins or friends
We are black before we are human beings
And We are thugs before we are able to explain ourselves
Our history and our culture is based on tragedy and oppression
The enlightenment of people of color can not be discussed because the plight of our community is still all too relevant
Young black men must know struggle before they can know success
Have to be informed before they can be children
Have to understand injustice before they know justice
Know What not to do's prior to to do's
Must hear the names Emmet Till, Rodney King, Amadou Diallo, Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis well before they hear
Barack Obama, Al Sharpton, Colin Powell, George Washington Carver, Harry Belafonte, and Michael Jordan
Warned before they are encouraged
Black before they are human.
Yvette Aug 2014
Majority-Minority
White America  -Black America
Gun-Child
Life-Death

Because...'this a song that doesn't end,
it goes on and on my friend
Some people started singing ,
not knowing what it was,
and they'll continue singing it forever just becaaaauuussseee'....
Until one day it stops.
Because 'its a song that gets on everbody's nerves
Yes, everybody's  nerves
Yes-every-BODY's-*******-nerves
And that day will be the day
where opposites no longer attract
and color coded oppression
no longer expresses itself with a brown boy from Ferguson, Missouri or  Sanford, Florida.
I'm wake.....
Yvette Aug 2014
How come 'yes' is met with no hesitation?
Its no smoother than a 'no'.
hmm...
If you think about it,
you can actually say 'no' in repetition a thousand times faster than 'yes'.
So what is it?
I blame it on the microwave,
maybe even the **** television,
and most definitely the debit card.
But what I'm really saying,
Or should be saying,
Is
I blame me
and dame sure I blame us.
Yvette Aug 2014
I pick it like a scab.
Its ugly and itching,
Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark.

Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted.
But funnier how you never have the things you need,
but have all the **** you want.
Yvette Aug 2014
Earth bends at your awakening.
It stretches to withstand the weight of your presence.
In awe of your stature the sun shines.
Hoping to store glimmers of your reflection
It nods in recognition of you.
You are a masterpiece caught in the stillness of time.
How could the handiwork of one's maker ever be questioned?
Grandma pinches of Godvia were gathered to create you.
You are mosaic splitting amber dancing in the sun
While to earth itself bends to withstand your awakening.
Yvette Aug 2014
I have forgotten what you look like
Your smell and touch
Mind scatters when pulled to retrieve you
Memories mirage like  lingering smoke from fire
Funny how time no longer hiccups in anticipation of you
You are the forgotten tune hummed
Beautiful and decadent in space
You are sprinkles of notes for greater melodies to come
Yvette Aug 2014
Velcro its self could not reattach my love for you
You have clipped the strings that held my heart in place
I am detached
I am heartless
#angry #love #fedup
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