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The Paragliders like ravenous vultures flewto southern Israel to predate on soft targets.Like swarms of bees, they snuck, raped, maimed, shot, burnt and slew.Terror did every man's fragile conscience becloud.
                                                 Don’t smile with me if you don’t want to Because I am not a mirror Don’t be like a bluffer who gives me a black smile
Unlike the south We are From the Congos We all emerged     -  Beautiful Our feet stamping the grounds and breath humming   With our tongues We spoke words that shocked the havens
Block this, block that Black this, black that I am sick and tired Of seeing the hatred
Coffee Is black Why Do you like Drinking Coffee In the morning
Unlike, Snow White in the celebrated enchanted story, my sable sista sports a coiled crown of glory. She use to press her strands straight, or level her thick crinkled mane with lye.
Nobody wants to be blocked In front of the gate of Heaven Even the worst criminals, on the block For a pass, cringe, mourn and yearn.  
Roses are black, Violets are blue, Like the hue of my skin Since I got stuck on you.   Your soul is still black, My heart is still blue, But I got away, I hope they do too.  
Black, White. Muslim, Christian. Rich, Poor. We are covered in labels, And drowning in sterotypes. We can't break free, From the painful lies. My skin is white,
The last breath I take  The  last smile I fake The last step I walk The last hand I hold   My body slowly turning cold 
The last breath I take  The  last smile I fake The last step I walk The last hand I hold   My body slowly turning cold 
The last breath I take  The  last smile I fake The last step I walk The last hand I hold   My body slowly turning cold 
I’m not Black enough Yet my hair grows like a crown atop my head  Watered with the tears of my ancestors Who used their crowns to guide them to freedom  
White. Black. Yellow. Green. Brown. See me for what I can be. I'm not a color.
Is this life just? Or just us clining onto misguided hope for justice? are we decieved by misdeeds? or sadly guided by missed deeds?
How does one fill a void inside? Who is there in which I can confide? I'd like to say I need to swallow my pride, But there's none left, so now I'll just hide.
I have no distinct poetic agenda Upon the earth I wonder, With a curious mind that can't help but linger  They birth thoughts that haunt me
I am the revolution My existence is our context My existence is the very thing they were afraid of. I've done nothing wrong  But breathe the air I thought was free And walk in a world I assumed was safe.
Oluwatoyin is you, Oluwatoyin is me. She was pretty and vocal, She was elegant and direct.   As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave, As youthful as the child playing outside.
Oluwatoyin is you, Oluwatoyin is me. She was pretty and vocal, She was elegant and direct.   As gorgeous as the light glistening on a beach wave, As youthful as the child playing outside.
Turmoil, It’s a-a-a word all too familiar to me The turbulent soul with hair like wood grain Sometimes Sometimes it’s more orderly, less entropic
I am black. Correction, my skin is black. Another correction, my skin is actually dark brown but in the eyes of society, it’s black. Black like the tar that’s laid out on the concrete of the streets.
My dear, do not tell me I deserve better than your love. That your heart does not shine bright enough to reflect mine. For my heart only shines this brightly because it had to been burned.   
I Have A Dream ..... One day I hope to walk across the street  And the only profiling I have to deal with is which picture catches me in the right light
She has come to the realization that she has failed her DNA, but who is she to blame for subconsciously signing the treaty  claiming one side of her victor over the other?   Was it the books,
Dreaming under the rainbow Crash from the high There’s a tear upon your face But do you remember why you cried?   Dreaming under the rainbow Where are you? You promised that you’d stay with me,
may ayimafro-germanpoetessayist established theterm "black german" until then germans wouldcall a person of color a "neger" however oneof the most inspiringtalentstook her own life: august 91996 that's it. god bless youmay ayim
dear black folks i want to be white  dear white folks iwant to be black  dear halfcastes i want to be black and white at the same time  (much love to my kids) dear jews i want to be a muslim  dear muslims i want to be a jew can you help me out bro
Children of the lion. Biding to be free. The motherland of the people. Cries with the trees.  
All sad stories start the same Kinda starts a while back On a bench you could be asked “How does it feel to be black?”
My right-side brain's growing fowers, my lungs are sprouting roots. My heart's a dripping beehive, its sweetness all for you. So wrap it all up in paper, send a burnt offering to the sky.
1. a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining some natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.  
The boogeyman is real just not quite in the way we think he is not a behemoth of green flesh no, the boogeyman wears blue. He does not linger underneath her your bed he roams in the open world
When I woke up one day, I realized, my personality wasn't the same as usual. I had never acted this way before. When I woke up, my reflection stood over me, looking down on me. I felt small,
Soy un viento  Fuerte pero suave, fluyendo a través de la vida  Callado como un susurro  Soy el sol  Radiante pero a veces apagado, desanimado de la vida  Roto como una luz titilante  Soy un árbol  Alto pero inseguro, temblando con el caos de la v
I learned a long time ago  That the night only brings fear  As i walk through the city of New York  It seems to be that i am the only shadow that is creeping 
Dear God,I don’t understand my purpose,I don’t even know what’s destined for me, I don’t know why you have given me this life,But can you help me understand?Can you lead me down a path,Regardless of trials or tribulations,To become the woman I’m s
How deep in that cave should i wander The fork stabs me; i see two paths set before  Harsh light lining my sight His Blight Like a newborn sun rising off in the horizon in an aberrant, pink blaze
How deep in that cave should i wander The fork stabs me; i see two paths set before  Harsh light lining my sight His Blight Like a newborn sun rising off in the horizon in an aberrant, pink blaze
I am wild, I am a black woman. I have a unique beauty, I am a black woman. Resilience is what they use to describe me, I am a  black woman. I have beautiful natural curls, I am a black woman.
Another line written another test taken no one could see what i think until I found your black ink   When I was young I used pen because I thought my work was perfection
My hair is too short and I’d rather have blonde hair  I love my body I have too many pimples on my face  I love my body  my skin is too dark, I’d rather be white  I love my body
Look at my face Look at This Face   I know her   These thin lips Small eyes Large cheeks   My eyelashes are short But long enough for their purpose
I' ma lover, not a fighter, I said it all the time, Keep smiling, push through, ignore it, I didn't even realize, That wading through life like this was the fight, Checked in the mirror, but I looked fine
I remember I was 10 when he died The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide   Barely made it to 17 All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
I remember I was 10 when he died The lost and deaths led to stress and heart suicide   Barely made it to 17 All the the accomplishments and hopes lost in the stream
I’ve been fighting for years. To overcome certain fears. That aren’t only mines but also have my mother in tears. To believe that I am black. And one day when I leave the house I may never come back. To think one day everything can go off track.
Feeling tired, Closed my eyes, It’s pitch black — Narcolepsy.
if only i had a pencil, i could write my way out of the ghetto. if only i had a pencil, i could explain the voices in my head that scream in falsetto.   if only i had a pencil,
Armies of men fall at the feet of Beauty, and we're taught that women are weak.   Men watch their brothers transform into monsters, and we're taught that real men don't cry.  
I can’t see anything, for I am sleeping. I can’t feel anything, for I am dreaming. I’m breathing, I’m breathing. Chest in, chest out. The darkness surrounds me in a beautiful blanket of security and love.
Our darkened skin this phase which is the most prime phase will never end love your skin God created you in, with all that melanin we will never become evanescent
Laughing Jack strikes me down One of my nightmares Pitch Black controls my movements One of my nightmares My ex-boyfriend from Youtube RP finds me in person One of my nightmares But they aren't real
The Irony in this Nation   How a color A sound Can trigger someone’s mind to hate  The accusations and discrimination that holds a great sense of problem in this white nation   
    All my life I thought  Did I my color really matter  No matter how much I had  On my plate  I gave my all to the ones I loved  Serve myself on a platter I try not to stumble 
One Day By Abdur Raheem   When there is nothing but hate, only the people shall rise.
To my dear black boy,   I felt your body tense the moment the wailing of the siren rang in our ears
The hate you give may be The hate you'll receive You give what you get, You get what you give. So often, this philosophy. - And so, molded by hate, I become what I hate. Why does this happen?
I'm so sick of the justice system being so "just us." My people constantly locked in or locked out. Blissful ignorance chose by so many with white skin. So many could care less, and still others choose to ignore and block out...oh so careless.
Black don't crack, our spirits can't be broken. I'm not your nigger, I'm not your token. I'm never voiceless, I'm outspoken. I only bow down to God, never no man.
Look around, what do you see? So many different shades of colors Each with a face and a different story Constantly judged by appearance and the way we look But let me tell you who I am because I'm not an open book
this is America don’t catch you slipping, NOthis is Americawhere aks do the talking where Krazy Krooked Kut from a differ
Yes! People hear these rumors that black people are ghetto, poor, stupid, and just plain old UNEDUCATED. Because of our skin color, we get judged.
Once there was a kid He was so lost in the world He did not understand the unspoken rules He did not know why people looked at him funny Or why females clutched their purses while he walked by
No Comment Running down blocks Chasing through streets Pulling off covers Ripping up sheets I went to look for my boy last night You saw him play, step high, make strides
"Black is the absence of color." The absence of color is merely an attempt to describe something in words that doesn't fit any label. Black is sweater that slims you down, tucks in your thighs.
At the early hour Hearts are still   Echos are devoured The air is chill   This campus is not hers She's not the right kind   But she just wants To get to class on time
Muslims, Catholics, Buddhists, Christians All face the same problem if you mention Their skin is darker than the other ones Past is heavy, shit feels like a ton Whether in Africa, Asia, or the Carribean
I am curvy and nerdy  Self-esteem a little sturdy Hmm.. can 't even count how many times I've been told I have a body that people pay for 
Poetry has taught me to be free,To be completely me,Poetry told me, "Don't worry about this or that."Poetry whispered in my ear and said,
My identity came with those around me because the ink cartridges on my skin weren’t enough I am not black like the other black boys and girls
Chocolate girl, love your skin Amber glow radiates from within Your blackness, of which others are ashamed Is your refusal to conform or be the same  
Don't lose your head, lose your temper, lose your life, end up dead.   Mama cries for her husband, son, daughter a hoodie,  a similar face all excuses for manslaughter  
Dysfunctional Family   Let me introduce you to a family They're one of a kind. You learn to love and respect them once you get a look at their dysfunctional minds.   Let's meet dysfunctional dad.
I heard you was born in Brooklyn, Some know it as Crooklyn,You was a rich, dark color called black,
Dear Colored People, Colored or not! We are people and should be treated as so. Colored or not! I still have to take on the many challenges that come within a day.
To Whom It May Concern,   Will someone free my father? This isn’t fair! They won’t free my husband, does anyone care? I went to see him today and I saw that cold stare
Bald isn't a curse! Hair seems to be the epitome of beauty Keeping it kept up seems to be a woman's duty Keep it long keep it thick Edges laid edges slicked Outside yea its brick
Would it be hard? Would it be hard to accept who you are? Would it be hard to realize that you have a natural, big curvaceous body?
Some say I’m intelligent But I just feel irrelevant Some say I’m well-spoken But they haven’t seen the side of me still broken The broken side
It’s not okay You know, it’s just not It’s not okay that I can’t just be me You say that me is all I can be But, then, tell me why I can’t be me when I’m with thee.
The color of my skin has caused a lot of people to hate me The dark brown reflection in my eyes is abhorred. I walk along the paved streets only to be discriminated against
A drop of poison Turns into bucket fulls Sinking Deep Into the ocean. Its deepest pits Caught slipping Silhouettes Of rocks Secrets And algae. Broken words and glass
I help other people Putting others before myself. My fire thaws their ice away. They get too close... You should never get too close to fire.   Hot burning sparks Cause
Eyes cold as Concrete Even when not walking the streets The halls  So closed off  From the poverty we breath Considered clean Cuz the sheen  Easier's to see  Away from the hood
We were fine, My mother had money, Built a new house, We lived in a good, thriving neighborhood. We didn't know what we escaped would slowly creep up on us. Gunshots echoed across our community 
You wake up in the morning, terrified to leave your home ‘cause you know someone will shoot you if you’re out on your own. You contemplate wearing that black hoodie in your closet,
Do you know how it feels to be black? Keeping one eye over your back. The cops stopped my brothers and I in our tracks. "Hey, where are you heading?" We were heading home where prejudice and racial injustice did not exist.
I am Black A race named after the richness of skin A race deemed unclean And for centuries; believed so What does it mean to be Black?
We talk of how the pen is mightier than the sword. So why does the ink in my skin continue to be cut by the whit-hot blade of racism? My hair is black as vanilla bean.
Once upon a time...There lived a beautiful blonde babyWith skin kissed by the sun Her black is more beautiful than goldAs the story
You know...... It's f*cked up when you realize that every adjective that describes you has to be justified and equalized through a movement. From women's rights, to civil rights, and gay rights,
tiana didn't ask for a prince she was an entrepeneur she didn't ask for her best friend to be a rich white girl but she took it with grace she wasn't supposed to turn into a frog 
In the mind's eye, I can see naught but a raindrop,Reflecting an emerald world as, on a blade of grass, it is atop.   
When the luminous rays of the fireball so many miles away just glistens off of your brown skin...   It often forces the mind to wander to distant sacred places that can only be found within...  
Once Upon A Time... There was a princess named Rapunzel Born of a Black father and a White mother, Rapunzel was praised for her curly hair Natural curls
The more I don't understand, the more I start to resent. I feel hatred overpowering the love in my soul. And my heart descends from red to black coal.
I have no culture. No, apparently this is possible: For one to have NO culture. Because culture is based on social Groupings based on mutual Ethnicity, Language, Culture, Interests, Music, Ideals...
Crying. Constant tears. Cruelty as far as the eye can see. How come nobody helps me. How can nobody see. I’m in pain.
Back home all I saw was black. Now I have traveled and where is the black? To the lady in green holding her light proud, I wave and she waves back I have come to a land of fake, wack, lack but not black.
dear you, beautiful black woman you woke up to a nightmare, november ninth 
Born into a place that depicits my race as something bad, as something less than them.  Born into a place that thrives on the white face.  That white is pure and anything of color is a disgrace. 
Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if I was white I believe my life would completely change if I was white I wouldn’t be closely watched as I walk through a store, if I was white
Whoever came up with the name America the Great, I would like to ask you what makes it so great? The fact that it’s full of hate?
They told me that I was the product of hundreds of years of pain and suffering,That from the blood of my ancestors, I was given Eyes the color of mud,Hair like a sheep,The complexion of an ape,An inherent lust,A body that should be covered,A cultu
Bieng black is like being  labeled as bad As if there's a choice about your color of skin As if you could cahnge it like 1,2,3 A battle that seems like it cannot be winned   It time to see  
I once believed in the American Dream. Now its dead, like Malcolm and the King. I have a dream. One day, freedom will ring. 
It took a bug flying into my hair To make me realize.   A little beetle, Brown, And scared, As I frantically untangles it from my mane.   I buzzed way, Barely escaping suffocation
Just like a heartbeat,  white people are born with white privilege,   Looking at me  you would never guess  that I am 50% Hispanic, According to my Maybelline foundation stick,
Black Girl Manifesto
Dear America,  You kidnap me from my home and family in my motherlandYou stuff me under your ships for months and set sail for a New WorldYou ruffle my feathers and force me into your fields You sell me as a slave for way less than my worth You be
I never ever claimed to be a lyrical genius or one who spit words from the top of my cranium that could make you so furious because the truth has the effect to cause major pain in sum.   
He's using his peer influences to abuse the chances that he was given Life lessons run through his head you can tell he's feeling resentment Aggravating headaches he seems to neglect propriety
Our core beliefs Which were once priorities Have come to change towards minorities The greatest weapon is compliance Yet that is the same thing that brings sirens We are picked off one by one 
BLACK with no Regret    I'm Black With No Regret And maybe my shoulders scream it too Or maybe it's in our stride And strong voice and afros   I'm Black With Some Regret
when I was little I used to dream of being married and living Happily ever after, a Queen that sits on her throne with Pride glittering in sparkling daylight, shining blue, pink, silver, and golden
You want me to pledge allegiance to the flag..A flag what’s patriotism should have disguised to meThat it was bred to
The parallels of wooden window frames Race up the sides of luminescent figures While the blinds sway microscopically in a Nonexistent breeze. Not a breath blowing The pair Posed like dolls,
I place my hand on my heart and my arm on my back and I begin to sing then I begin to reflect on all the people who gave their lives so I could live So I could come to this event where all these people
March 6, 2017: Sorrowful living is a long, desolate path It’s where you’ll never really feel complete, but you don’t do much to fight it Because, though you just want to be happy, you don’t know where to begin
Hello, I’m not a coon or a savage And I don’t live in the projects or eat chicken and watermelons for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No, I don’t live on the “block” and sell dope.
They say “make America great again” Again? As if there was ever a time in which America was great
I am a minority You watch me cry all my dreams...they're just a lie you crush my heart and watch me die I am a minority forced to keep my eyes toward the sky I see potential, I see the prize
My people hunted here, Where white people now stand, And where are my brothers, In Oklahoma, where we were pushed away. My friends are hated, For being black, Asian or Hispanic,
BLACK ALICE: A TRIP MUSHROOM CANT EVEN CREATE: I Woke up from a lie programmed to seal my vision I see clear as day now, Im wide awake Indigo and Crown lift your hat to see your 3rd eye
My skin. Look at my skin. What am I? I am a mixed girl in a obscure world. When I would play on the playground. Small, this high, my wide eyes didn’t yet recognize the lies.
Black In America. i felt it for the first time. how Ironic. I was always Black In America.
Black body born, happy birthday Black baby's first cry Black girl in a white man's world Black eye from daddy's toxic masculinity rectifies  
i wrap my self up in my own love because i never found someone who could love me as much constant target on my back media telling me my black is wack but their wrong you see my black is strong
Who am I? Who are you? What are we? I love you  and you love me but we are both trapped in our imminent dreams. As different as we are our dreams are one in the same.
Smashed windows Town stores burned to the ground Streets blocked Cars as our stepstools This is not peaceful Ruined views Torn down pews Yelled, screamed, shouted your brother’s name
I want to hold I want to kiss I want to touch I want to rub I want to cuddle I want to stare I want to smile I want to laugh  I want to LOVE
I lie here and I think about what we could of had, you were like a puzzle to me that I wish to put together you always seemed down, and I wanted to bring you up you seemed to be lost, and I thought I found you
Just because I'm black doesn't mean I do drugs , Just cause I'm not fair skin I know I am still loved. Just because my hair is not soft like silk doesn't mean I'm worthless , My beauty comes from within .
knee deep in your fire and choking on ashes. my words are spilling out - i am spitting out grey smoke. insides charred from the pain you inflict, black. poisoned muzzle, clenching jaw
I am dark and lovely. My skin glows with melanin. It is naturally unique.   I am dark and lovely. My hair is full of natural kinks, coils, curls. I don't need a relaxer.  
Little girl on a hill, be still Little girl on a hill, be still For the shadows are here For the shadows smell fear. Little girl on a hill, be still Little girl on a hill, be still.
A life time of ignorance, discrimination whispered into the billowing breeze, my articulation better than those of 'my kind', the prejudice that is passed from generation to generation,
Afraid of my black sisters and brothers since we're a few shades darker   Did you know we all scientifically originate from the Motherland, Africa ?  
Remember to smile. Remember to love I may not know you, or know exactly what you go through But know, God will free his people They can put us in a box Behind the bars that has the locks
Each Night,  I rub, I scrape and I fight. Each night I try to wash the pigment  I cry as my skin begins to redden I can't take it off. All of a sudden I stop.
Why is this a world where people are punished for themselves? They say God hates gays, They say God hates trannies, They say God hates blacks, They say God hates Asians, They say God hates us,
Color blind Living lifeTryna findPeaceFighting warsBleeding redUnder the shimmering seaMy brotherIn blackIn white
I look in the mirror and I see  the god Shango staring back at me. Where I expect to see my reflection, I do. And yet, it is more than it ever was. My broad chest and shoulders,
Written Expression Stuck. Brick barriers of muddy membrane. Imprisoned. Caged by my thoughts and identity. Black, young, and Christian.
1,2,3,4How many gunshots moreHard to trust anyone in a blue uniformThey hold off on telling us what we did wrongBut swears to the judge we've been informedI feel unsafe in my streetsI fear a white boogie man strangling me in the sheetsI'm scared m
Black bodies.  Black boys. Dying every other day. Mama's tears.  Heavy heart. No amazing grace, how sweet the sound. Oh black boy, covered in blood. When will you return
Is my black beautiful? I live in a generation that's cleaning up the mess the previous had made. Striving for equality, justice, but one thing doesn't seem to change.
Black is not a type of character trait I'm tired of our nationality being raped Constantly we are mistaken by our identity Yeah she's black She's always walking around with a head full of naps
Bang! Another one down  A black main lies helpless on the ground People look and record with nothing to do  One reaches for their phone then another then two She falls next to him with tears in her eyes
When you’re born they ask how dark?Does my life matter?When you’re a toddler and people call you pickaninnyDoes my life matter?
I was raised to be proud, confident, to embrace full.  To ignore the mugs of the brighter skin, Living Melanin. To wear my curly fro & deny any hands to touch for it was my crown.
They continued to struggle Living in the cracks With the problems they juggled Because they are black   But then they came out
They say that there is no more discrimination Then why is all the killing of Black's a repetition Watching all my brothers die, it just makes me sigh
Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!Walk with me, Lord! Walk with me!While I’m on my pilgrim journey,I need You, Jesus, to walk with me. Say it loud Im black and I’m proud 
someone once told me that I matteruntil I multiply myself times the speed of lightthen I am energywhen I merge with he who mattersit becomes synergyit becomes clear to methat words mean nothing
Segregation, to divide based on class, race, or religion Freedom Why have you betrayed me? I am a black child My race is your legacy I am your first born son So why must I ask you
They told me that a little blackbird couldn't fly and they were made to die. They told me that a little blackbird couldn't be free and will always be  a mental slave part of slavery.  
She wore it to his funeral, But it’s also the aura of her soul. It’s murder in cold blood; she stabbed him 27 times.             It’s the colour of hearts breaking apart, The colour of death and imperfection.
Heart Beating A Mile A Second What Did I Do? I Was Going In The Limit Range Did I Cross Someone Over? Or Uncorrectly Switched A Lane? Get Yourself Together Cant Let Them See You Bothered
Sometimes when i look in your eye's I see the solar system other times when i look in your eye's it's like your soul is missing like night and day
The older generation talks about how we record everything and how we are always on social media but still has the right to comment under a video that's posted on social media and call us brain washed degenerates.  Just because I was born in this g
Black Men, Black Men Why do they bring you so much harm? With all the brutal beatings and unlawful misconduct while you are unarmed? Do they not care that you have great potential for life?
From the street sirens to the gun shots, she was there. From the morgue to the funeral she was there. All I see are dark skinned mothers having to be resilient. While the father and son are gone,
Black is the new blackThe old blackAlways black to blackand back to blackIt's back to that Blacker the black the sweeter the blackNot the deeper the lack or the cheaper the crackNot the triller the trap but the iller the rapNot the breaking of bac
    To a brown girl, burdened by her skin Bruised by stereotypes and self-inflicted doubt Judged by her outsides not what’s within
Black, I am Black We are women We are recognized The pain is gone God helped us regain our confidence and strength We faced our daily struggles
All I need Is my black+ness; Making a home out of my skin Deep with+in Proof of my ancestors’ reignin’
I’m tired of these white boys Saying I'm not “black enough” I “act white” and “talk white” So I don’t match their model     
I am black, but, I am an American, yet, because of my color, you stab me in the back?   They tell me I speak too proper for a girl of my color, and that I could be mistaken as white,
Close your eyes, imagine this A little girl in the mirror Her skin is brown Her hair is long Can you envision a little clearer? Eyes that resemble a pot of gold This little girl is only 9 years old
Black for her darkness hidden. Blue for her not yet cried tears. Green for her pain that is there but not found. Pink for all her fake smiles. Purple for the laughs that pains her but she tries.
As the days goes My mind grows Sharper than knives Sweeter than the honey hives My character shows And the wise knows Beautiful be my people Yeah you know the ones with the wide nose
I am a Egyptian queen 
I spy with my little eye, something truly evil inside.It lives in the body of every man, lurking, waiting to play out its plan.It wears the color of tar, turning your world black.If you let it get too far, you may never come back.Nothing can help
I’m white, Caucasian, Dutch, Norwegian. I have no month To celebrate this background, But I have had 18 years To learn about my people My people— Who are not just white
We go to school for about twelve years, but we have issues on the way to success. As we get older, the environment becomes more dangerous. The police become sinister and begin to destroy how God made us.
Sleep controls our minds, it wraps itself around our though process until it seeps into our neurons by the power of suggestion
I think about you sometimes, Your laughter, your smile The fun times we had together before the fall Maybe we could have worked out Your fire was too hot for my ice
Just Black By: Jordan Edwards Whatever we say or do we just black. JuJu black, milk chocolate, caramel, vanilla  if theres a notion that your black, your black.
The melanin of our skin tones are enough to spark controversy Gun violence, Police brutality, Black on black crimes… Humanity?!
No white or black Just a well laid track And often a concerning lack Of humanity is seen Forgetting the in between Just fallowing a track To human demise A world were one another
A hathor original Master of skill Mistress of power A cult of misfit pride Occupied on a prison planet All are psychologically incarcerated upon
Black is phenomenal To the color of my skin,The texture of my hair,The eyes, I use to stare Black is phenomenal I am not light,But dark I am not pretty,But beautiful Black is phenomenal Black is creative,Black is BlackAnd if I had the chanceI woul
I know you see it.It's as Black as the midnight sky, it's Brown like the Earth you step on.The crescent in my grin, the softness of my skin.Bronze, dark, and gleaming.
I am a dark Black and a blinding White,
Ebony Noun A heavy blackish or dark brown timber I am ebony Also known as a jewel You would be considered a fool  If you didn't see me as beautiful Look in the dictionary and
Who is this body? Why is this body? What can this body be? Is it weak? Infantile? Is this body even me?   I am not my own.  I live - for everybody else. I love - for everybody else.
Here is the story of a little black girl,
I was born poor 1990 was the year I was born black and gay But I'm here   I was slow at developing Yet fast in the intellectual field Learning the matters of character
 Blue eyes look at me,  My dark skin is defined by the dirt and sweat of  cotton fields, My skin has been beaten, bruised and burned The darker I am the more I'm tortured, The blue eyes are evil,
She was quiet.  But she wasn't shy. She had an attitude of a lioness. The mindset of Angela Davis.  And a spirit that God would soon bless. She was gracious on a daily basis.  
I am a hyperpigmentation. An overdose of melanin. I am the aftermath of a merciless fire, and the darkness enveloping a starless night.
I’m just a young black woman, Trying to get educated. Cause one day when I have children, I don’t want to tell them how I ALMOST made it. I want to tell them how I passed,
I am a woman with a vision. A vison so clear that I will break through all barriers to reach. I am a student. Despite all prejudements, I have made it to Howard University. I am a daughter.
I am a black teen living in a community of depair and poverty Growing up in a household of 3 Foodstamps wasnt really supporting me Finacially money really wasnt coming my way
Pain in my feet is gettin' worse, Knees, white chicken flour. Mine. Nappy, natural, Nia again. Fallen, yet we do not know it. Where is the Nguzo Saba? Morals, ethics, Christ died for this?
Hypothetically, if I told you I loved you would we still be friends? If I promised to keep a promise but didn't would our friendship depend? I'm speaking hypothetical and never intend to hurt you.
Writing is an honorble plan for man, as long as the writing in some way could help man understand for generations to help them learn special plans and avoid the scams and ditches of life. Will this pen improve my writer's lense?
I am a Queen, a supreme human being I bleed gold and my words are bold I am a Black Queen, though it may not be easy being green Being black can be just as bad, sometimes even sad But as a Queen, I take pride
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. 
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
Now I'm not political. I dont vote. Not even old enough to have taxes to do. But some things have been said that simply aren't true. Now i'm not Mexican. But I am a minority of a minority Black, Hispanic ,Native ,woman and left handed too.
I AM BLACK. Blacks fought for freedom. I AM WOMAN. Women fought to be counted. I AM GAY. Gays fought for equality. So why am I still fighting for freedom? My freedom is confined 
How does one act white? Do I have to speak proper English and wear nice clothes? Do I have to get good grades and not cuss all the time? If that's acting white, then yeah I guess I act white.
Racism A problem that surfaced since the beginning of time,
I'm afraid for my unborn son. He cannot come until this war is won. I don't want him to not come home one night. Can't go out or live his life because he's not white.
    Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Blacker the berry, the deeper the roots. Blacker the berry, the more it's dehumanized by its own kind. Blacker the berry, the more it's harder to find.
    Part 1 It sure would be great to solve the race debate, But before you choose a side put down your pride and hesitate, Good and evil is not for us to decide that is up to Heaven’s Gate,
History repeats itself it's why we're here again. Black versus white but this time it's times ten. We need to be aware  that this gon' get us nowhere. No! It's not him, her, or them; 
Long black nails, Black shirts, black pants, Right on me, Black makeup and dark hair cover my face My appearance, my soul, all of me   When I walk in the streets people stare,
America has caught a fever FIrst it took Oscar Then it stole Treyvon Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
What a bunch of spoiled bratsI look
They say that I am not the typical black girl because, well only because I "talk white". see let me cut to the chase about the crazy things that humans say first in foremost it is actually speak
Black is the colorOf the mothThat lays peacefullyOn my window sealNever making a sound Black is the colorOf the ravenFlying highIn the clear dark skyBut still a mystery in our eyes
Sometimes, I get tired of white men on screens I get tired of being told to care about what they believe I get tired, of no one listening   My voice is loud How do they so easily turn the dial down
I tried to roll the melanin off my skin
The Skin I’m in The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage. That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.  
Dipped in gold Drenched in soul Sealed with cold How the world needs you, you'll never know Weight of the world on your back but you never fold Burdens of your plight, the heaviest of loads
Like Martin King Luther Jr. I had a dream for us the people to be equal as one
I have never wanted a black man before He who walks around with his under clothing out He who had but 5 words repeated over and over I want this man I covet him like a child covets a charismas toy
There’s a stigma within the black community That if you’re educated, you’re acting “white”.  No longer are you associated with the “ghetto”  Or should I say your kind, If you have your pants above your waist
You’re the whitest person I know! They laugh and look at me expectantly Their eyes gloss over And they fidget from foot to foot Like they’re warming up for a race Getting ready to run away from the mouth
  Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence   I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow A heart of wonder laced with tenderness Tall I stand against all resistance.  
His eyes grew black with skin so dark He ran in the rain, screaming at his dog  But little did he notice an old woman standing by  He looked at her for a second, she began to cry 
Young Responsible Educated Kindhearted And Beautiful, Inside AND Out
Listen to me, oh Muse, and help me tell the story Of the young man with great determination. The one who worked for years on a single goal To turn his belt the darkest of all colors.
I was made like this; created by a higher power, who took much of her or his time to make sure she or he got all of this right.
If I said I was a leader would you follow. If I said I was inspiring would you listen.If I said I was a Christian would you believe me.
I am a yougin and you might find what i am saying is obsurd But i need to speak up and say these words My brothers and sisters Look what has become of us Living in a country where people are scared of us
I am.. Skinny but Fat
Two months ago, as I stared at my skin in the mirror, I asked myself why. They told me it would be hard, they told me the side effects might be harsh, but they never told me my disease would make me die.
Mama, please pour some bleach in my bath water I need to wash this dark stuff off my skin I need to look like the ladies on the television, Fair skin, and petite noses That’s what’s pretty
A boy raised to be nothing but successful in life, educated and uneducated in what is his purpose, given the impression that he will be discriminated and intimidated by the real reality of the world , grew up on the southeast side of Dc not by ba
This is for yall ignorant folk
I don’t feel
Can I Get A Story I am Black and American Yet I am labeled as white And not because I bite
I wake up to a sea of white. Is this what society is preparing me for? Being marginalized as "that black girl".  I expected more.    Perhaps my standards were too high,
Black is night, white is noon, Dense clouds are black, they have rain, Black is shade, cools us all, Black is night, time to relax, Black is dusky, defuses heat, 
My skin is the skin that God put me in on the day that was the day of the 17th in the month of November the year being the one-thousand nine-hundred nintey-seventh year Anno Domini....
B for Beautiful voices and Brave souls such as Whitney Houston and Rosa Parks L for Legendary creators such as Quincy Jones and Barry Gordy
"Up from the ashes"
I come to be a voice For every person who’s been Suffering in silence Too acquainted with lost dreams And police sirens   Waking up in the middle of the night Knowing something’s wrong
Im flawless because my skin is as warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Onyx. Black Diamond. Black. Brown. Tan. As warm as the Sun dipped in Black. Trust me, I'm beatiful my friend. As warm as the Sun dipped in Black.
Expressing how I feel sometimes confuse me a great deal Can I understand myself? Or better yet can you? I dont always say what I feel But when I do I keep it real Anywhere any place
Don't Judge the Color of My Skin 
Land of the free Home of the brave As long as you're white And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
He never said the word He didn’t have to He sold blue eyed dreams down a nappy head highway  And preached blonde haired sermons to charcoal smiles 
Why should I change..
I too had a dream that one day we would stop all the violence in the streets and keep the peace
Your morning breath blew beautifully A familiar funk stuck on the windowsill I’d steal this stench and drench my windowpanes repetitiously  
Because a Queen is not a Queen without her King. A woe-man is nothing without man woe - suffering
Red, black, and blue
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack, I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
The Sun goes down and welcomes the Night
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
I go into the night just outside, within the gates to the deep dark pool of black jade   The moon dances on the water The water is cool like stone I wade in untill knees deep and then, dive in...
The best thing we can doupon closing our eyesat the end of a long dayis to dreamfor a dreamis a landscape, a playground, of realm of possibility
I am incapable of self-identifying. Everything I'd claim, you'd think I'm lying.   How can I say I am "made in America,"  when I am a product assembled with
Black & white Why fight between us human Why racism compare to color ? You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
Our fear has made some of us uncommitted as a portion of society. Our conditions have caused us to alter our mindset to materials that essentially have no true value. Let's set it all clear,
I have 4 little brothers Well 5 if you count my pain-in-the-butt little cousin
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women. That doesnt make me strong though  This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them 
Black Beautiful, dismal Enticing, seducing, destroying Lifting gently, weighing heavily Darkened Entity
I am more than the box you put me in.
40 acres and a mule  How bout 40 million and some fame  slaves to old white men's rule and it's such a shame  from the NBA NFL MLB to the rap and hip hop music industry
One It is about time you realized that you are black you still don’t know what that means But one day you will And you will never have felt more beautiful or misunderstood
We are trapped,  We are lost,  We need to get out,  But we do not know where we are, We are slaves to the rich,  Lets get on the piss,  Lets charge the gates of gold, Lets break te chains,
I know the guys always say the same old line. "The makeup compliments your eyes" Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind. No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
It is not a particularly taxing question Nor is it a question I can easily formulate a response The obvious answer to this question is that I find it chic, But there is more to it than that  
Unjust, Unequal Rejection, Deceiving, Disdain Emotions I still retain Bias  
I wonder what would happen if WE. BOUNCE. BACK Like the elasticity of elastic bands being stretched by heavy hands Lassoing nappy strands running amuck like wild stallions We, are wild ones
 What do you see? Those people With deep colored skin, And coarse kinky hair,
Black. No longer just a skin color but a culture. No longer a protective covering but a name by which any other race Must refer to as “African American.”
Elevating from wilted lettuce 
When you look into my eyess what do you see- a strong black woman looking back at me When you look into my eyes what do you see- a warrior, a fighter, that's protecting me When you look into my eyes what do you see the- heritage of my people that
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,
She was always criticized for her dark skin, “Chileee when the Lord made you, He must have forgot to set the timer and just left you in!” She was left too long in the oven, Her skin wasn’t made for loving.
My sisters and I come from a land of harsh sun where our culture and spirits live.  A place that contains so much more beauty than one could ever witness in a lifetime.
I live with no sense of identityBlack-Female-Gay-They all represent meBut being stuck in a mundane placeGasping for air and spaceLeft with this double-sided face
My thoughtsGo crazy. They wander,They go in circlesMaybe that's the reason for the blackCircles underneathMy eyes.My eyesStare out the window as my thoughtsUnderneathThy skin wanders.
I Am Two By: Autumn Alston I am two. Two worlds forged together, each crippled by negative history, Two forces, diametrically opposed, when combined, producing a mystery.
The black girl. Built strong, legs long unlike her hair. Hair thick like her hips. Full lips. Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
I am from the piano,
  The absolute design that defines me, and yet in the mist of the night no one hears my screams.
You speak of those with dark and light skin,
Yet my path grows my story will never change. It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
Free HimBut what has He done to free himself?
My People, My People What have you done?
We as blacks Grew up with the struggle of the nation on our backs Being told that the skin that is attached to our bodies are a curse to our soul We believe that being different makes us a queer in our "group"
  When you see me I know what you think. “Why’s he in my class” or “he must like to drink.. 40s and play biggie smalls” Or “He can’t be smart, he’s intellect is not big it’s small.”
I hear the word so often that I have become numb to it. I think that is the worst part.  They call me out of my name and they hate me so much.
Sneakers, gym shoes, my father call them gymmies. Nikes, Jordans, Jays ; I love them Its funny;
Heart Poundng Red Blood Inhales, Exhales
From the color of her skin to the definition of that boy's chin What can I change?
Life is dark; depressing But with in the dark there is always light. In art you discover just how black is made, The truth of the matter is, that you must take every color of the rainbow at once;
Black sleek wings tinted with blood Death dark eyes devoid of love
"OMG you too Ms. Imani?You see I... I thought I was the only"Thats what this young girl said to meas she glared at meno longer feeling lonely.
What would you change? What would I change? I'd chage the way peole think, Get rid of the unnceccasary judgement. Who needs that? Certainy not we. We have the power to learn,
Holding back, No longer allowing slack Pulling in the reigns On this issue that is causing me so much pain If I could create a world, would color be in it?
If I could change the world, I would abolish prejudice; Or the bumpy past, That created it. No race more superior, No size more supreme. Only happiness,  And positivity gleamed.   
I feel the breeze   A brush of stinging air   My breath steams through   Like smoke in the atmosphere   Your eyes raw  
Those who see the world
glistening gold eyes peering with curiousity   the slender black frame   stalking and circling   innocently evil.
Being Darkskin In This World Today Is Harder Than Any Other Pain That Comes Your Way You Would Think After Segregation Was Over The Color Of Your Skin Wouldn't Matter LIESSS
Bound.Block.Bold.Brain-Dead.Belt.Bear.Beans.Buick.Bell.Barrack.BowlIngBall.Box.Brave.Boring.Be Careful.Bemused.Bullied.Bearing.Bitches.Bane.Begone.Bore.
As a 19 year black man in to
Oreo To think a childhood could reincarnate itself in mockery Oreo that's what they call me Oreo because I'm too black to be white, but not black enough to BE black Oreo
The "L" in life I abbreviate as living. You may character living as oxygen and movement. I character living as a timeline for improvement. Living is not a choice, nor a demand. Living is a given gift from the most powerful hands.
I take my coffee black, but was that ever a bad thing? Bringing back to Martin Luther King preaching about letting freedom ring. The joyful choir sings let the 20th century voices be head
The Red Queen wanted red roses. The roses were whte, so the cards painted them red.   Red roses a common symbol of love.   I paint roses everyday for you. They aren't red,
There’s a faded, torn pictureMy grandma lovingly tapedOf the day she stood in front of old AbeAnd with thousands of othersCheered for a dreamA dream full of hopeThat we wouldn’t see
Zimmerman shot the gun before he could think.
Bang Bang  3 o clock in the morning gunshots going off  Doesnt keep me up Im numb to it Bang Bang  I close my eyes and go back to sleep  Wake up, and turn on the news
The day I was born I was given a daisy. When they gave it to me they told me: This is no ordinary daisy, As long as it’s with you, Everyone will believe you to be innocent before guilty,
Cars, and toys, and rug burns I am a boy. I am a boy. Basketball, hip-hop, down the block. I am black. I am black.
Questionin innocenceNeed tuh cleanse n replenish dis effed up conscience.Hoodie up, arizona n skittles in his pocketsSuspicionLife taken away for foolishness of self defense?
You see that person, you had a past, you wish it didnt end that way.  You wish that it couldve last but you realize you wouldve messed it up anyway.   But if there was another strike
I want people to see me beyond what i am. To stop saying i am too African when i am already black enough for them to see. Yes i am black and i love it. I love it even when they don't agree.
So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark? At least that’s what Webster tells me,
"You're pretty for a darkskin girl"
You call me ya nigga Well, check this out If I’m your nigga I can’t be your homie If I’m ya nigga I can’t be your man If I’m ya nigga I can’t even be your friend Not because I don’t want to
To my future daughter You will know that you are a queen from the moment you are concieved till you rest your head against the silk linen of your eternal crib
I was 13. Looking in the mirror, It never dawned to me why, Why the window between my teeth, The disproportionate nose, The “five-head”, Too sufficient for just a bang, Not brown
These cold hands are stuggling  Can't get warm if anything I try and try again Only to get colder than The heart of this dead body walking I can't resist the coughing
First off, I will start off by saying I’m sorry I don’t know if I actually am  My brain says I ought to be but my heart disagrees  
We all are the Same  On the inside I feel so Ashamed  On the outside The moon is my enemy i feel only Pain  Surrounded by darkness all you see in Cocaine 
In sonnets all feelings encased therein
A young girl that's so upset So she goes through life giving nothing more than sex You ask her what's love, and she'll give you a puzzled face maybe it's cuz' her father dropped out from the early race
She blinks and gapes and her mouth spouts crapThe audience stares and claps and their mouths flap I sit and watch and wonder how or maybe even whyThey talk like I care and wonder about nigh
  Friends for almost ten years 
I won the case, my prize? One way ticket to paradise. I take my people and go The land is vast, they said We don’t need your savagery, they said My people’s tears trace the trail
To you it’s just a word But it makes her soul burns And leads to that knife She takes that first slice And though the cut hurts She’d rather feel that pain
Maybe we could educate men That no always means no And I guess we could educate women too That it's not your fault What he did to you Even if he was your boyfriend A random stranger
Today is my cheat day, Or maybe my cheat week, A smirk of a smile, Of diets and exercise I do not speak, The guilt forgotten because I seek, The delicious foods no longer I sneak,
When you’re alone in the castle When even the mice have gone When the moonlight shadows stalk And it’s a long time till dawn When you cannot hear a voice Because the walls block out the sound
That tear you saw Represents all the pain i have suffered The built up anger,hate, and frustration That had been bestowed upon me That tear isn't any ordinary tear It isn't the cry for attention or pity It's the tear of someone so broken inside I
Me Self I Mainly engaged Sometimes energetic, lonley or fading I hope, I dream, I wish, I want I have finally learned That I am myself And that myself can fight for me
  Let me tell you a little story about a cat I know, That wen’t from love to loss not too long ago, From inside a warm house to outside in the rain, Nobody cared about her struggles, hunger, or pain,  
Stuff You can’t say to your Teacher Dear every white teacher that I have ever had, Yes, calling on me while my hand is down to answer your questions about the black community while I am
BLACK By David Harris   So many times I’ve heard, “You don’t act black”, And to this day I still don’t understand, How does one act a color? Do I be decrepit, ugly, or dark?
Being black shouldnt discriminate, unike any other. Being brown shouldnt mean i have to drown in this society. Being brown should enable me to get a crown,just like any other. Being black shouldnt be a set back.
Professors claim we lazy and just don’t get it Nah sir, that point? You done missed it. It’s a scary time to be young, black, and gifted The frame of picture we was supposed to paint done shifted
Green is the color of envy Red is the color of love Blue is the color of freedom While yellow is the color of fun   Black is an evil color White is always good Grey is the color in between
Lillies in a motionless pit in the dark forest of lies. Secrets being told in color words spoken in detail. Look at the face of the "Generation" we call today and ask yourself is this what I live in?. Black
Their Eyes are on the Door (The Gay Scene)   Their eyes were on the door of clubs like Casablanca, where they wait to judge. They clutter together like leaves stuck in a drain, old ways refusing to budge.
I never knew what news was trying to say Geriatrics,chiropractics, and semantics play Black people, my people ,all they do is slay Oh no, wrong joke, let us go for broke  
I listened to an old song.
It’s been five years passed…
It took me back
to when I was only 13.
For being so young, I was so haunted.
The world was black and white.
I lived in Arizona
but even the rays of lightcouldn’t 
penetrate my dark cloud.
I l
Dr. King and Rosa Parks are a part of our history/ But that's not enough, alot of us are still left in mystery We yearn to know, more and more bout how our people have grown/ But in school they think it's cool for only us to know....
I'm a Strong Black Woman, proud and true. I'm a Strong Black Woman, no matter what you do. I'm a Strong Black Woman, as the sky is blue. I'm  a Strong Black Woman and yes, I've been through.  
Mistaken Always shaken We move because we're told  But it's getting old Tired of these rules The tools They say, the tools to life To growing and succeeding To living and competing Jump, run, and go They say it but really though  What do they mean
Dear Diary, I'm. Mad. No excuse me that's not what I meant to say-I meant to say I'm pissed off.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you because your clothes fit you and you got a nice whip riding after school. You think you're hot sh*t don't you because we will never be like you
So, my skin isn't too light. Some might even say it's not right, just wrong. My hair isn't long by the beauty-man's standards. It lacks in flat and lifelessness. It's curly and wild, not wispy and slight. My eyes shaded with shadows and brown.
We hold a high position.Standing with a strong attitude in the way we walk and talk.No man will respect the women who can’t run her own race, but every man will respect the woman who can hold her own.
"...and we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men were created equal..." 1776; It was a constitutional statement that society swore under the honor of god But isn't it odd
If only we were color blind… The hurt, The pain, The feeling of being the undeserving, or The inferior would disappear.
There they are. they're sitting in that car. I've never seen a Lamborghini before. yet there it is at my school.   There they are. sitting in that house.
When will it be my turn? My turn to learn, to see what it feels like to earn; To make good grades.. Teachers thes days don't give me much to look up too. 
I'm tired of these fucking stereotypes dictating how I feel and act I shouldn't like English I should be petite and quiet I should study, study, study Well I fucking done finito, over it
I'm sorry, I hadnt realized that correct grammar and proper English was only something one race could doMy mother never told me I had to talk in slang, incomplete sentences, & silly colloquial speech 
Body Language With the strut of the Wind, The boundless flow of time. Our minds tend to flutter, With an undying chime.   Speaking through tocs and tics Vision scattered,
110 Billion Dollar Date (Katrina’s Beauty) My name is infamous To strike fear in a southern voice. They had my number- Free to call, But chose the wrong choice. Date after date-
Every grain of sand fallen, Is an eternity. Sand better off lost. No matter the pitfalls. Intolerance… Produced as a result of the tone set by one’s skin.
Maroon- the color of crimson love, fermented Of December midnights, mingled with the tears of flesh Of sweet agony, smoldering behind hazel eyes Of you and I, trying to escape Desire
How beautiful the crow is as he sits up in the tree, ruffling up his feathers while staring down at me. His gaze is unfaltering and at me he continues to stare, I can see what he has endured and the pain he can bare.
Easily connectedNever truly relinquishedTime cannot buryWhat does not breathe  
"I can sleep through gunfire," He said to me one nightDouble parked in parking lotHalf past closing time
Chalkboard Tar Trashcan what do all these things have  in common? There black just like me and you hate it. intergration and diversity is the new reality get used to it.
It’s hard for me to honor a flag when I think about the way cops treated my Dad It’s insane that we honor a flag after all the hardships that our people had We Scream God Bless America but is America Blessing us?
Tell me you know what it means to be Black.... Tell me the true definition, not the one created by the masses for the purpose of destruction
White or black what difference does it make? we are both skins that we did not create the color we walk in is our own the only thing that we can embrace is making us known of who we are
We as a people are capable of so much We must use each other as a clutch We as a people must rise to the majestic heights So we can fight this battle like a medieval knight  
In theory I never knew the weight of the hoodie. Contrast in its color as it grapes over my skin. Indeed I was mightier with the cape over my lens. Strolling pastimes, my ears were shuttled by noise.
Black, Black, What is black? I am African-American now thats a fact Being a person of color does not differ me from others My ethnicity is of many shades, like leaves changing colors in the fall phase
Walls all around Tears fall on the ground Black is all i see Fear wells up inside of me; but there is always hope in view A chance to start anew Obstacles constanly stand in the way 
Two am Trevon will be made into a man, tested on the dedication he has for his red colored clique. Trevon will have to decide which family he values more.
I met him that day at summer camp. He was tall, and he was inspiring, and he was beautiful. But his father was taken away from him so suddenly, And the pain burned a hole inside of him that seemed too big to patch up.
Made of Steele  made to clink together made to keep a race back foever ? made to seprate us and not bring us together. There seems like there's no sunny weather, cloudy skies and
He took a puff of the Crack pipe and laid it on the counter, out the door he goes and nobody know's how this story will go. His 13 year old son blind by society  takes a puff of the Crack
Bulit up on a lie so how would  you expect us to survive ?! Clenched with chains like  a beast who can not be tamed  Not knowing that we where the First to be crowned king 
    To write, is to express one’s self through words rather than actions.To write, is to speak out loud without really speaking.To write, is to release… everything.  
Why can’t you believe that I deserve it all? Is it because I am young, I am black? Because I’ve answered the call? You claim success is colorblind, that any can achieve,
He was my age when he died, a boy who would now never grow up. I don't know what it's like to grow up hated and feared by simple minds and closed hearts. I don't know what it's like
I am not a slave to my looks therefore I am not a slave to my hair. Next time you say, Girl!  You will never get a man with that hair. 
Bending and twisting. Embers, chocolate, mud, and sand. White with freckles and dark like Sudan. Is there a side when your blood knows no end? Bouncing, crunchy, zig zags. Sinful and unruly.
I sit here, thinking heavy My young brother, no intent of harming any Walking with a hood on is that a threat? But with his black skin many scream death Skittles, tea What harm could that be?
I'm a Plain Jane as a matter of fact But my name is Debbie and I happen to be black I think I'm very smart And I love making art No one can take that away So if anyone has anything to say
What is Black to me: Urban sprawl or bliss country Jheri curl or Afro puff, Taste of freedom or a silver handcuff Brothers whose chains shine bright When King made his last speech that rainy night?
I only play with my black keys, My lovely black keys. The only keys I can trust Keys I can put my faith in The white keys don't understand me   The white keys
forthcoming opposition is a blessing. you should be worried when you're not sure when the attack will start   the echoes of malice are a blessing. you should be worried when the whispers of hatred
I was so close to nirvana but disaster had to come Trembling, sweating dripping, heart beating like a drum It could be all over in an instant Leaving me crying in my bedroom, seeming senseless
Everyday we live our lives in dichotomy Will my decisions be wrong or right Straight or gay, fat or skinny, black or white If only things could be this obvious Trayvon was killed, and he walked
    What It's Like To Be a Mixed Girl (for those of you who aren't) First of all, it's feeling like you fit in and then one day someone different appears in the mirror.
Art is the millisecond one awakes from a coma,
Do you see that being black is a state of mind? That we have moved beyond the whips and the chains, and have moved on to the place where everyone is kind.   But wait. Everything good is white.
She is tumbling, cascading, silently spiraling into a tunnel of hopelessness. you are too dark! you're not pretty enough! she desperate for comfort.
What does being black really mean? Is it what's being represented on TV? Does it relate to a status quo, or what you truly know?   Isn't it just the pigment of one's skin,
We buy our sterotypes off of tv subconsciencely we feed our ignorance without a black face and watermelon red lips but with a pretty face and round ass we've become americas number one pupets our sistahs aunties and mothers have been degraded to o
(poems go here) We hold these truths to be self-evident, that if you are a minority then you are  irrelevent. And If you're not using drugs, then you must be selling it. Living in a world, where girls are no longer celibate
And it is with this that I am thrust into the reality of the world the world of blue eyes, blonde hair beige skin where being anything bigger than a 4 (god forbid) is casually categorized as "fat"
You don’t want to call it hate. Although you despise words that were spoken. Words of thoughts, Words of passion, Even words of love. The little ticks and twitches got to you
This is my hair It flows free and true Can you feel my tresses? They speak the truth, do you? This is my pride, black & true. Flowing ever freely, do you? This is my hair haiku.
Darkness growing; Fed by her tears. Flooding her cheeks, Mascara and eyeliner Run; streaked.
Child you are beautiful You are the darkest bark Covered in a sheen from the purest honey The earth grew grass to soften your tread The trees grew leaves to lessen your heat The flowers bloom every morning
If I die tomorrow Burry me with rose petals So I can think about the flower If I die tomorrow I want to be that black butterfly that was in her window I want to show her what it feels like to be free
We follow the latest trends like our spines cant unbend. like the force of this society has crippled us , placing all its weight on top of us, soon our faces will meet the pavement. because we are not strong enough.
-Revolutionary in Uniform-
I write for society I write for life I write for the power To say what's on my mind
When you look at me, what do you see. You see the blackness of my skin. You see the brown in my eyes. The nappinest of my hair. Should I speak slang to you, or wear my pants hang low so you can see my boxer?
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
I am a parasite. I feed from the fear and pain of the cowards; the unfaithful fall as I consume their souls. I devour their sense of direction, hindering their escape.
Look at Me Now. Now I listen And I write and I read And I am polite. Quintessential Student Scholarly and Prudent She's run free yet Steadfast And strong? No, no
The Black man...which stands on the corner It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter See everyday I pass along that very corner
Asha Neeman grew up in the suburbs of the big city, Always making others laugh, She was so witty. A great athlete and a straight “A” student, Every boy wanted to be with her, But hated her prudence.
Since the beginning you were there for me, Some one must have said a prayer for me, Cause no matter what you always cared for me,
I once had a spirit, That would cry, Livid. A soundless screamer, A sleepless dreamer. A cowardly warrior, A body-less barrier. A sharp taste of rum, A native tongue. When the soul spoke,
We press it, cut it, blow it out, and pin it up We change our texture because it’s not desirable We dye it as the trends change And we die a little more ourselves each time
When people look at me I know what they see what's on the tip of their tongue, what the think of me "Man she is dark, she is darker than me. Black, black, negro is who she be"!
Alone, it is a masterpiece, and it recreates its status. Forgotten practicality, Leaves it just a decoration.
Something dangerous lurks in the shadows It’s gangling grotesque figure lets out an eerie cry of warnings Night after night Hiding it’s sunburned flesh It creeps in the shadows I’m afraid of the dark
Shhhh! Do not you dare compare him to I! For he was not born within a skin that does not comply. I am beautiful, of this I have no doubt, But this is a fact, not a way to stand out.
My Black is Beautiful, My Black is free Thanks to all of the Blacks that came before me Three years old no father killed by the life he lived Please little black girl don’t cry I reached but he wasn't there
I, myself, draw the line. Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts, flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow. Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
Of all comes none, yet feels as still some semblance of a substance seen unreal, echo endless hollow beauty immeasurable.
Character Deep within the focal point of your exterior lies character. Character yet to be defined, Character that has ceased to be be intertwined...
And Kermit the Frog said It’s not easy being green Well being black isn’t easy either I don’t blend in with the grass and the leaves But I stand out in seas of ivory Sometimes I get stares of disgust
A garden of white, bouquets of black and purple. Black and purple flowers that resemble her bruised memories. A garden created of pathways, interconnected, confused, and dizzy. A garden of mazes,
See the fact is. I don't know what being black is. because for me to call myself black would be to accept the shifting sociological construct that is race.
The question always pops up with black and white people. Who and how can an person use the term nigger and nigga.
Black is the color of death. Black is screwing up. Black is your last breath. Black is not giving a fuck. Black is a deadly disease. Black is the unknown. Black is begging on your knees.
(poems go here) The slick smooth black high heels, my weapons of choice, disguise me as a secret spy, these trusty sidekicks, two extensions of my legs, we glide around the corner,
(poems go here) The slick smooth black high heels, my weapons of choice, disguise me as a secret spy, these trusty sidekicks, two extensions of my legs, we glide around the corner,
Fill my seams with lots of dreams Like Martin Luther King did Walk down avenues No need to be in school, at least not on this special holiday Because of that man That man there, we can do near anything
We who believe in freedom still can't rest, Cause we who believe in freedom can not rest until it comes.
What have we done to deserve such injustice? No one else feeling our pain, it's just us Being spit on and hurt by people who are just like us We're still human beings, not animals and fiends Or things you can attack
I am Too Blind in the light Too fresh, too hood, too...Ghetto World uses me like a puppet; Geppeto African Americans need to Stop, and think We want to see the Intellectual abilities you can bring,
You pay women to dance, while your love is at home. Two Viking babies asking when daddy is coming home. How familiar is my name, For daddy’s the one to blame... Your ice cold look is really just a new flame.
Choose Between Hate or love WHITE OR BLACK Wrong or right Parents or soul mate Holding back or holding hands Being ashamed or being proud Seeing skin or seeing soul
I am not dark skin. I am the sound of deep cognition. I am the voice of thought-provoking composition. So, if you feel like you are fiending just to stay and listen;
attacked, chained and forced on ships brought to a land to face hardships there is a light shining above us illuminating our many shadeds of brown unique souls and great minds that shaped
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
What is black? And, what does it feel like? Black. maybe its constriction in dark, damp chambers, and gusts of fresh air once you've come to face the sun.
My favorite color is gray. Why? Gray is so boring, so neutral, so.. dead. Right? Gray is what happens when you mix the polar opposites of Black.. and White. When you mix oppression with freedom,
After the storm comes the rainbow, Vivacious colors splitting the grey. After the clouds shines the sun, Shining light through the tears of the sky. Storms are alive, in you, in me, in the world.
My splattered blood dries over the newly cemented pavement where my head collided, after my back got soaked and bruised from the fire hydrant cause I'm fighting the tyrant of segregation. You can crush
Today is the day for change, Eyes up, Signs high, Voices loud, Jim Crowe has no hold anymore, Chains are crumbling, This is a revolution, We are more than 3/5 of a man, We are human,
Bars, the social norm Keeping us in, keeping them out When will it end This nasty game they’re playing? But we wont back down, no The blood fueling our bodies with oxygen Is the same. We all feel the pain.
I am bound to my chain Never to be set free The state of my confinement is one that is definite A constant reminder that ensures my inhibition
They wanted to call us colored But what did colored mean To a population with crops dying Radiation spewing across the sky Changes from green to dead And blue to hidden
(poems go here) They did the work we didn’t want to do We could not be in the same room It was illegal for them to have a say If they even tried it was almost like they were thrown away This went on for 400 years
What they were called… Negroes. Stupid. Ignorant. Less-than. Inadequate. Niggers. What they really were… Citizens. People. Mothers. Children. Husbands. Workers. Human-beings. What they endured…
Represent The palm of my hands is the palm of yours Represent They represent these United State shores Comes the tall ‘n mighty stovepipe hat One of the world’s greatest diplomat
A movement defined by endurance and freedom that gives the heart motive
Black or white, colors fade to gray, we stand together, United as one, nothing can break determination, no one can stop our stride, equality is one small step,
What a shame, how we all were treated before, False accusations, people judged the color of skin. Our potential, needs, and feelings were forgotten, ignored, Our worn and torn shoes, no one has thought to step in.
Two little ones hand in hand running In the bright golden morning over Washington. Their counterparts dancing in the Pool of Reflection They were leaping and wheeling in the calm morning sun.
I see these signs that say white only for me, What it really means is you don’t know me, I’m all around you, Still this doesn’t bother you, We’re fools to see the only difference is the color we see.
If it wasn't for the magic when this universe was born- the gravity that held it down the sun that kept it warm
Racism why is it even here all it does is bring us tears Whatever happen to a world of peace its time we bring a new life lease We stand in unity to raise hope so that we may live in a place of harmony
We Stand as One Walking the streets to feel complete No more segregation We have now formed a whole nation With a man that had a dream That lead the movement to be free We stand as one.
Flawless sun kissed skin In infinite shades of brown. Beauty Sculpted by God Crafted in his favor.
Black boy (Hook) Last night Night before 24 robbers at my door I got up and let em in Hit em in the head with a rolling pin
So is that who I am? To be stereotyped just from my interest. Is that who I am? The one who's labeled just for being me.
We were once a people. We taught together. We fought together, For freedom. Our people won. Black teachers, doctors, politicians. The sky was the limit. We were family. Daddy was always there.
It is the year 1896, And a black child born In rural Louisiana Sometime in 1865 Has just had her Thirty-first birthday. She should be happy-- Her newborn babe Is healthy and although
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
Shuffled by, Tossed and tied up without a bat of an eye Thrusted into a life that was unseen Depicted less of our mean Voice unheard, some sort of strangled silence
There goes that ribbon floating through the air. Her dress flowing in the breeze. She's curious, she wants to go, no violence does she see. "No, my child, you must stay here. For surely that's not for you.
Who’d know the color of my skin presents so much ambiguity in society? A different angle in the light of the city What am I today? For the historic family trees of America remain hallow at my name.
How could it end so real? Looking back at it it seems so surreal, But in my mind I know how the people used to feel. The mother, A woman strong like no other, Told everyone who could listen about this deal
We stand here in the crowd hearing him preach 'We shall be equal! We shall be free!' These men up here giving us false hope, When we all know we should fight on But in the back of our mind knowing we are shunned.
The Civil War's long been over, and slavery's been abolished Education is available to everyone so we can all get knowledge Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King fought for the rights we've gotten
When you see a rainbow after a storm You can’t escape it It illuminates there in the sky for all to see Each color together in perfect harmony Now what would a rainbow be
Documentation without Emancipation
White is beautiful. It is bright, blinding white That fills the cold days of winter. It is the swirls of white That cover the skies on a sunny day. It is sweet, irresistible white
Hate Me Judge Me Threaten Me Beat Me Lessen Me Fear Me You’ve never known me
At first just yelling. Spiteful cries, Words like cleavers, Got under her fingernails, and the mahogany skin on her cheeks. And then the stones came, an ambush, penetrating deeper
African American did not have rights All of them suffered from the lies Until Martin Luther king Jr wasn't afraid of heights He stood up and put his foot down on there civil rights.
The story of then, The story of now, and then the story yet to be unveiled:
One heart, one mind All of our fates, intertwined Campaigns, rallies all for one cause Because we as a nation, belong under God Who made man in his own image Gave us the power to make our decisions
It is 1960 and there are two drinking fountains. Colored on the left, white on the right. A young black girl shuffles her feet forward slowly in line. They drag along the dirt and make lines in the ground.
I am pale as the moon in a sky of darkness White against the shadows of the night His skin is dark like a moonless sky But his spirit is forever bright
What is this white cap I wear That makes everyone stare, When I can down the green crown Of liberty to set everyone free?
Nobody gone hold me down I am a man and constantly getting put down In this world I am surrounded by hate You take one look at me and discriminate Paying me the lowest of the lows
Hands planted on her lap, looking at the wrinkles Reminds her of the days she spent on her knees Watching the houses and the trees Looking so young but feeling so old She does her daily do’s Stirring and pouring
Why you so surprised? You thought change was gonna come But let me explain something to you History repeats itself And it’s just a matter of time Before you’re back in the fields.
Why am I so different? Confused by the color of my skin, I am ashamed. Though He says we should love everyone, but one does not love me. I am in pain.
His is Malcolm X, and it all started when;
I was judged before I even came out my mother's womb I was counted out and scorned despite my inner beauty All thanks to Jim Crow Thanks for your ridiculous laws based upon my ethnicity
DISCRIMINATION, that is a word that sliced deep into the hearts of many, pouring out the blood flow of confusion and a sense of deception. Just because my skin is brown and hers right beside me is white, we're different?
I was raised to hate the black man, To spit as he passed me in the street. I was raised to hate his wife, too, The woman I never thought to meet.
For hundreds of years the black man has been crying with inner tears, striped from his manly dignity and identity, his self love has been ripped.
Who should define my race? Is it the man who auctions my ancestor from a stand and then lynch’s them on poisoned land. Who should define my race? Is it the person who label’s us because of the color of our face.
The Black man stands strong on the slave block being ridiculed and torched similar to King Jesus.
Living in the forlorn world of slavery, being discriminated against by some of the white race- due to my colored face.
Had a sporadic moment of brilliance today This extra-terrestrial brown skin Bronzed with historical significance Scarred with repetitive adversity It isn’t coming off
Because of the pigment of my skin, they do not see me Since I am "different", I am separated And although they give many reasons I know that it is not because of My hair, or the way I dress, but
Yell at me, throw stuff at me I am allowed here Don't point over there Just because a word separates us We are the same
The sun began to set as little Johnny trudged on three hours ago he found out that his mother was gone. Dead by water maybe dog or cane but all johnny knew is they didnt even know her name.
When Obama won they said it’s over. He won. He’s in. I say no. One triumph does not erase past sin.
The pen has hit the paper, the paper has been passed saying in the United States of America, slavery no longer lasts.
My Bones Ache My Hairs Grey My Pride is Gone Can I Rest Now? You Ask For My Seat I Say No My Hands Are Cuffed Can I Rest Now? We fight For Whats Right Boycotting Transportation
When February rolls around, I think of all of them. The brave strong men and women, who fought for my freedom. Not just Martin and Rosa, Little Rock too, But all those unsung heroes, just like me and you.
Our forefathers bled for us. They took the pain of being different away. They fought against the stubborn who would never allow black people to have rights.
We take for granted the freedoms we have The biggest freedom of all to some Are civil rights and liberty African Americans will stand on my behalf. We often do not look back at the past as if we were there
Both ironic and congruent in how the black mans hands bled in the same manner Jesus' did. Broken skin, a result, not of barabaric acts, but of the extended handshake with peace. Peeling along the life line, good-bye my brother.
This sistah would like to say That finally Revolution is on its way Dig, my People? Just as the "New Negro" replaced the "Coloreds" Black is replacing the "New Negro" Shoot,
Sweltering day Solution: ice cream Fell into unwanted trouble Pain splattering across my back Anger biting my arm I hear laughing Nothing is funny
If I could see over this farmed hills, I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills. I am here for you brother-man Here to lend a simple hand.
The pain they felt I cannot imagine They fought for rights With such great passion They fought for right With all their strength They fought to be equal To fight this hate The fight for rights
The pain they felt I cannot imagine They fought for rights With such great passion They fought for right With all their strength They fought to be equal To fight this hate The fight for rights
They stand tall, They stand proud, Sadly they fall, Within a big crowd, On that day in ’65, In that month of March, We watch as some die, In the midst of a march
If that mysterious man of old awoke What tales would he tell? If that mysterious man of old awoke What praise would he sell?
Growing up, all I ever heard was how the "white man" would keep us down. How all they ever wanted to do was see me frown. How I was suppose to accept this as life truth and never enjoy the fruits of my youth.
I left the Home, a shabby lumbering shack, Taking only the clothes on my back And the chime of Symmetrical thoughts, And walking with Ambitious steps, Trampling the Dirty paths, and
In a time of hardship, Many fear the fight, Many face the fight, Going day by day struggling, Many face the fight, Trying to ignore the ignorant people, Many face the fight,
I love my civil rights, It helps to keep state laws tight. The 13, 14, and 15th amendment, How dare you try to suspend it! It protected my heritage race, Guaranteed freedom in any place
A whistle to myself, I whistled a song, A song about a woman, frightened by the black night, frightened by what she don't understand, she calls upon the daylight, and then it comes,
I see what your scared of, that thing inside that you want, the burning fire, te desire for change, you thought you could do it alone but your just one, thats what the doubters say,
All races equal. Black or white, we all must fight, Because it is right.
They are scared, they fear, they suppress my uniform They demoralize my people because of what we represent Just because of the way we communicate, look, and express ourselves
Through my eyes, I see warriors, fighting for battles in unity. Fighting for color, fighting for peace, and for rightful humanity. No guns, no knives, just armed with souls that weep for equality;
I felt connection there, my yellow skin flashing in stark contrast with the black in my right hand, the white in my left.
Darkness was all that was there Black, the color of a rising movement Hate, the feeling that overflowed the nation White, actions patterned with violence Hope, fuel for peaceful end to hate
Darkness was all that was there Black, the color of a rising movement Hate, the feeling that overflowed the nation White, actions patterned with violence Hope, fuel for peaceful end to hate
There once was a man who said, "I have a dream." This man's dream was to be more than what he seem. To not be classified simply by color, but to be equal by each other.
Lost soul Lost faces One Color Lost Races Here but not in existence, just traces Draws warnings on these spaces Knows but doesn't feel Wounded but never healed Eyes open or close they see
Day by Day I look upon a street Watching and listening As kids are dancing to the beats
I love your brown skin I can't wait to see you again Again to see your brown skin Marred by the stormy weather discrimination Oh you know I love your brown skin Some will call you a yellow bone,
People being treated unfair, Being judged for their race, For racism is cruel, This is why we now have Civil Rights, Freedom for religion, Freedom of speech, This is why we have laws,
Look at all these presidents, They're all the same kind of gentlemen. Wearing their suits and ties. I wonder where are their wives. Sitting at home? Perhaps, I don't know Because they can't tag along.
The riders are teachers, The marchers are leaders, The man they all look too, Is a Baptist preacher. She sat in a chair, Not willing to share, To stand for her rights, Without being compared.
It's as if they fear the color Will drip off of their skin and stain their clothes As if they may breathe it in Like a poison Like a disease They squint their beady little eyes Staring Menacingly
A century before, Not quite a distant enough memory brother fought brother on an all too familiar soil.
Walking down the street My daughter holds my hand It's a warm day. Turning a corner A man says hello I smile, and greet My daughter jerks me "what are you doing?" A cutting whisper
Some say ignorance is bliss, but I dare to disagree; I say ignorance is what the eyes are afraid to see. On the outside you may think these people are friends through whatever;
The Bible reads "All Men Are Created Equal" So why do you detest me so? My heart beats My brain thinks I have emotions Just like you. Why do you treat me so differently? I see on TV
Why does skin color matter? We are people, arent we? Black brown or white We differ but its alright
I've seen my people enslaved by these monsters I haven't seen them escape very far Still trapped by their masters, or the ones that claim they are And they've been hypnotized by those damn cars
Why won’t it change color? I try so hard To scrub off the darkness That will never go away It brings so much trouble and shame They stare at “it” Define me through “it” But I am more than that
Silence sweeps over the cotton fields of present day Georgia As gentle winds tickle the cypress and the pine. Streams ebb contently in their beds. Who would have thought in such a beautiful place,
I am a product of the Earth, much like you. My people blossom in the motherland, soaking in the bright sun. Our vines weave around the rough terrain, entangling in each other We grow in these dense fields.
I had a dream, he had a gun. I asked if I could sit, they asked if I could run. Without justice there is no peace, they say “I have justice so is there peace?”
Equal people, same in hand and face, but outcast quickly when not the chosen race. Die for beliefs that should self explain, that treatment you beg for, hope to gain. Scream and battle with tooth and fist,
Civil rights are right, right? Yes, indeed they are right, because it say so in the phrase, don't have an eyebrow to raise, because civil rights are right.
In today's world, we hear about the civil rights movements in history class. We think, "that was so long ago, does it even matter now?" Most teens only think about our country now, not it's past.
This is a Rise^ For All of Those who have Died in order to keep the Living Hope Alive This a Rise^ For All of those who wear a disguise There's no need to hide
Oreos. Zebras. There are jokes about both That are funny to even the most welcoming of people. When two races mix, Two races so different as black and white, literally, Judgment is passed,
Capture the past I'll let it live Very loud, asking for forgiveness Ignite a passion for history Let you beat me like I beat you
We're marching for our freedom and rights Picking up a righteous fight The streets are paved in black and white So join us as we march for our morning light
By the way things used to bug me is not the same way it bugs them but with euality and equity it bugs us all now; I know i wasn't able to do things they did but now i can do what they do
here they come, riding on the two buses that would have changed the world, here they come, the freedom riders here they come.
In a bus, in the city of Montgomery, A woman came aboard. Little did anyone know at the time, That this woman would change the world.
When I walk down the street, You look at me funny Saying in your mind “we don’t like your kind sonny.”
Dream, Dream That's all I ever knew I have a few Dream, Dream Don't you see We are one, not three Dream, Dream My skin is dark That doesn't mean I need a mark
I had a dream last night that turned into a nightmare,I woke up still asleep and walked to school full of fear.The kids gave me weird looks and I didn't know why,
Rosa, Martin, and I We agree, see eye to eye. Ain't we all equal? Ain't we all people? Susan, Sojourner, and I Also see eye to eye. “Ain't I a woman?” Just as good as any man?
who is we where does this we reside is it the same place as where we’ve come from have we progressed at all or is here to comfortable are the chains to comfortable what if harriet tubman was afraid of the dark
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees. I am wind and thunder and rain. I am the image of my father, Kemet. I am soil and breath and soul. I am Africa personified. In the way I walk
Black and white. White for new beginnings, fresh starts, and enlightenment, Black, the color of passion, strength, and warmth.
There was a time in this country it was a sin to be black, when limp bodies dangled like bloated, forbidden fruit and ‘coon’ was considered a pet name.
Because I'm Black Of course, fried chicken Is a part of my essential nutrients Knowing how to "twerk" Is clearly In my blood
Affirmative action. A good idea? Perhaps. Equality for all races... Hate that word, races. Tells of a division Separate groups Of black, and white. "Why?" some ask Not understanding
I blame you You are why they lower their expectations Why they say “Hey grrr” instead of “Hey girl” around me Why they assume I’m poor Why they talk down to me
Inspiration Thought Process A dream achieved Faces a dream deferred A dream achieved Means success occurred A dream achieved Had mountains to climb A dream achieved
I am an American For my blood helped build this country It was this blood that grew crops and weaved the clothes on the moon's back The moon would be nothing without the sun to graze it's face
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