Wake up, America

the girls are crying, souls are dying

brothers in neighborhoods, broke as

hell but they’re trying, their utmost best

against an unjust system that

shalt never rest; depressed, “obsessed”

with their traumas, the

people are mourning, white people

half asleep, virtually snoring,

so god damn prone to blatantly ignoring

the privilege they live with, set in

stone since day one, (didn’t momma

tell you, look out for number one?)

Wake up, America

the people are bleeding, society

so immune to seeing the police

beatings, flashing blue lights,

the same kind that instill

fright, only intimidate those who aren’t

W H I T E

Wake up, America

this is our doing, wrongful

subduing, the ever gracious screwing,

middle fingers up, cause they

don’t give a fuck about the

prey-like bucks, concerned only

with the prize that desperately

cries to be herd, tears

streaming down their faces, shown

no mercy as they’re hung on fireplaces

How lovely, dear!

chimes the white mistress, clearly

impressed with her husband’s decisions to

slaughter the black man, as is

hunter’s duty, to erase those

who taint America’s pathetic standards

of “beauty”

Wake up, America

the activists are groaning, hopelessly

moaning, cause the government's still

condoning the practices that are destroying

the lives of millions, toying with civilians

who are just as American as you

or me, (though sociology says

Nacirema, “savage beasts”)

Wake up, America

and fight for their plights, because

down to the core, we should admit

to human right; more so than

media posts, cause we are on the

coasts of social change; now, isn’t that

kind of strange? we’ll never know

the struggles they faced, all because

we discriminate based on factors like race,

while it maybe not the fault of you nor

I, I daringly suggest we leave

this useless mentality behind

Wake up, America

and heed my call to action,

because I can no longer stand the

distraction of the horrors on news,

igniting America, just like a bomb’s fuse

I’ll admit, I’m lacking the backing to

speak my emotions, but I do so now,

I refuse to back down, to quiet my

mouth, for the excuses

are enough, Till’s bruises quite tough

on the mind, much like the frozen faces

in other great works of time,

but let us not lose this prime chance to

advance the very rights of those who must

fight, every day and every night

to keep their heads held high, stiff and

upright

Wake up, America

heed my desperate call

the whites must act NOW,

lest they do

nothing at

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