So another brother went down again.
Another brother got sent to the pen.
Is it okay if I express my emotions through my pen?
I am mad, disappointed and sad.
They say we act up because 60% of us don't have dads.
I get looked at twice by cops for the color of my skin.
People judge us with out even having a clue.
"Let's stop talking about racism." Exactly what will that do?
Make people more ignorant.
I am trying to sleep tonight, but my heart is telling me to write.
Shout out to all the unsung African American heroes that put up a fight.
Got to walk with our hands up and hoodies off at night.
Rest in peace to my brothers that took an early flight.
Blacks don't understand whites, and whites don't understand blacks.
Why come it feels like I am under attack?
Of course someone is going to hate this poem, but this is coming from my heart... From home.
They tell us to forget about what happened in the past, but it's subliminally continues today.
Where's the equality?
All I see is police brutality.
All I see is no one reaching out to take time to understand each other.
This world is putting up a facade.
How much more can we take until our hearts start to break?
I am reaching out my hand to you. Will you reject or will you take?
We need peace now for everyone's sake.
We can't get through each other if our hearts are as thick as frozen lakes.
Let's talk, so a new road we can start to make.