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Pennies - for MLK
I am a privileged white woman
My wishes dreams efforts
Standing up against racism
Shouting their names
say my ancestors name and youll hear they chains
they lived for me the died for me
i live for them i breathe for them
malcoms my heart , my rock
an martin deserves it
When I was younger, I would dream of sleeping
on cotton candy clouds
while the breeze kissed my hair and fulfilled its duty of safekeeping
Dr. King stood for more than just a line of a speech
That the white lense takes away the rest of
So now I preach
King was a revolutionary much like the rest
It’s 4 PM here in Georgia,
And I’m enjoying time with my friends
We’re studying and laughing together,
As we enjoy diversity through our peaceful lens.
Long Live the King by Christian Betancourt
God Bless the soul of Martin
More than just any ordinary man
Perhaps braver and bolder
Much more in touch with his convictions
I am Emmett Till.
I was beaten to death, so how dare you go through everyday life complaining that it's "pure hell".
I'd rather be locked up in a jail cell.
Or sitting in a classroom not knowing how to spell.
I too had a dream that one day we would stop all the violence in the streets and keep the peace
Let us arise swiftly
Let our movements be done
Abruptly
Like the wind
So that they may never catch us
Us,
We who lay in the shadows
Hiding in the darkness
for we know no fear
I have a dream,
A dream where young black men won’t be on the streets pushin’.
I have a dream,
A dream where young black women won’t be on the streets pushin’,
A stroller that is.
See she is 20 years old,
Bold Dark presenceWreaks its havocAmongst the people,Poison’d human Morality,Degraded by Brutality,Guarded from Equality,Caged by harmful Mentality.
Adversity what does that word even mean
Does anyone know?
I think the last man to feel it
We live in this world together
I can’t run from you
And you can’t run from me
There is a limited space of land & sea
No matter where you go
"We are connected in an inescapable network of mutuality
In honor of MLK day, I wrote this poem. He had a dream for us, and now it is our turn to make his dream a reality. R.I.P. to MLK and his queen, Coretta...this poem is for you...
I am an African, an African
taken from my homeland and
brought into a place where I am known as
being "inferior" Why was this happening?
Do I not shed blood and cry as any other
My brother
Make your legacy live in history
The past of segregation lingers onto our present communities,
And its comedy is somehow becoming our young brothers and sisters
you see..
Fought with words.
Did not want Black VS White,
But Black AND White.
Woke the shy voices from the back seats.
Never would be trampled on again.
Knew that day is equal to night,
How
How can you pull the trigger,
take a life,
and walk away?
Knowing this person
made away,
save generations.
African American male.
Strong built.
Asians can't drive, and Mexicans make trouble. You will get shot by a black man who will rob your home and steal your vehicle. All Mexican immigrants are illegal. Asians can't speak English to save their pathetic little lives.
Cloudy, but no rain. Overcast
Externally. The internal, much different.
In the midst of a storm, their earth was quaking
Images of a dynamic dream and whispers of, "this too shall pass."
BOOM!
Goes the sound of a bus backfiring
As it leaves a stop with no passengers
Once again
The bus driver silently laments to himself
And hopes the boycott will be over.
He says he's replacing the Confederate Flag on his desktop
With a picture of Me.
I proceed to wonder if I should explain the irony of this,
Or let him roll over comfortably in his quilted ignorance.
A critical strike—
Locusts swarm Baghdad.
Hands on general watch point north;
We know the hour.
We who believe in freedom still can't rest,
Cause we who believe in freedom can not rest until it comes.
To have humility is to think less
Of ourselves ‘cause we are God’s creation
Red, yellow, black, white, tell that to the press
For the races received much damnation.
Injustice is still there we need prayers
Here we are
Here we stand
We are living out God's own plan
We are the children of the dream
I don't need another new year to start a change
I am a change
One man willing to stand up for his rights,
one woman willing to fight,
A man who has a dream for equality in the nation,
The woman on the bus encountering frustration,
The long and painful march stopped by the batons and dogs,
Some attempted to flee, while others struggled brutally,
Jim Crows counts his days; be hanged by the rope of justice,
One man had a dream
That dream asked us to put our preducies behind us
That one dream asked every person, balck or white to join hands and look past the obvious differences
The hands that wrote that letter
Sitting in that cell from Birmingham jail
The hands that reached out and pushed against the ceiling of hate
As it began to rise and slowly started to fall
They say this is the home of the brave and land of the free
But it shouldn't take them 8 years just to hear our dream.
There was never a throne, but there was a King.
Proving Uncle Sam isn't as fair as he seems.
August 23rd, 1963
Sweat dripping on the late summer afternoon
250,000 people of all color
United, as one
Witnessing the new beginning
Walking together
Without facebook,
and internet
I come from
Sobbing sirens & broken traffic lights.
Hangings in the daylight,
Hooded figures breaking Bones,
Bodies,
Blacks.
Martin Luther King had a dream
For his people to be freed
To be able to walk into any place
And be looked at beyond just race
It wasn't easy but it was worth the chase
Setting the groundwork for every other race
Those eyes we see
We walk down the isle
All I can have is a simple smile
I know all the hostility we create
It does no matter
I still have her
All LGBTYQ
We All Love You.
“I have a dream,” he says.
Dreams of justice, of children—both black and white—hand in hand, playing,
dreams of freedom
ringing through valleys and from mountaintops.
Freedom.
Where will he start?
Holding hands
is not an easy thing to do.
It’s nerve-racking for the timid,
and even more so for the different.
He had a dream,
a never ending dream.
This dream was an concept
to cure the diease of the heart,
not the skin
This diease of heart made people see colors,
instead of characters.
Do you see what I see?
When is ee this reflection looking back at me.
I see a soul yourning for equality cause in reality, I'm more than who you thought I'd be.
See my ancesters paved the way so I could lead.
(poems gThey were treated unequal,
Because they looked different.
They were made no space
To live together in their world
They weren't equal enough, and were hurled
To live in the slums
Do You Remember,
When Martin Luther King Jr said he had a dream to be considered equal to white people?
I Did once too.
Do you remember,
When Rosa Parks said No, when she was riding on the bus?
