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Not gangs in the streetOr getting jumped and beatNot drugs, alcohol, or bulletsNot unmanageable rageOr society putting us in a cageThis isn't my Black on Black crime.
Wanna keep you alive
Let's monitor the vital signs
The world was never designed
For the "Real nigga" to be on the rise or incline
They only suggest the
Ominous future
The Real Nigga must maintain to remain
It began with slavery. Why?Why dehumanize a whole race for personal benefit?Sold, raped, whipped, worked, killed?For your success?To grow your crops and pick your cotton?Keep the house clean and raise your children?After all we did for you, you st
I’mma a caramel covered dream, bruised from within.
An educated girl, who speaks what she thinks.
Mama calls me beautiful, but my enemies call me weak.
My Nana says she put her foot in them collard greens, so we better eat them all.
She says she was up at 6am slaving away over a hot oven so that we can enjoy this cookout feast.
But she ain’t gone do all the work herself now.
we traded shackles for gold chains
and plantations for prisons
we keep trying to tell em
but they aint listening
because when the big man speaks
you shut up
don't move
raise ya hands
All my life I had to fight
All my life I had to fight
I fought
My family
The people I thought were my friends
Even that fool down the street
Freedom is not a word,
Is is not an emotional state.
It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged.
There are many that will try to take it away.
They will burn it, humiliate it--and they'll even make it cry.
Why do we raise them so hard?
Build walls of granite, stone
armor so thick we can no longer
see the beauty of their dark skin tone.
The struggle is real and very alive.
Black people, like paint swatches, come in an array of shades. We can be a deep, rich mahogany, a creamy, smooth caramel, a bold, mysterious ebony, or even a blend of the three.
Am I supposed to hate
The pigment of my skin
Is it not pretty enough
White enough
Light enough
Smooth enough
Enough is enough
The illusion of beauty
Black is defined as the very darkest color owing to the complete absence or absorption of light
Black is the opposite of white
Black is people asking if your hair is a weave and a line of people waiting to touch it
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back
You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black
You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
Once upon a time
I was reading an article
While holding a dime
And I stumbled upon a quote
And in it, a woman spoke
She said, Black people can't do math
And I stood back
And as I sat
I wouldn't even slap you woth the hand that I pissed on
It's missed on- how white supremacy is the golden key.
And everything that I see, is not for me.
'Cause the way it' set up; I'm set to fail
Caramel skin with an undertone of olive
Glowing in the fluorescent light
I stare at myself in the mirror
