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Deep breath and wipe away a tear,
“Oh god how did I get here?”
My eyes fall over the words
And my heart feels less of the hurt.
I send my work away
The croaking of the stairs
Woke me up,
Told me you were awake.
I bounced in your lap,
All giggles and smiles
As you flipped through
Black and white pages.
We bet on the horses,
Welcome to my Newsroom
Welcome to my newsroom.
Where my problems seem to melt away.
Where there’s an inspirational quote on colored cardstock
On every inch of the wall.
Black.
It covers the imperfections and the happiness and the loneliness.
A cold walk through the city park.
You're tripping over your feet again.
why is the media scary todayTwenty dudes got married and gaythe world viewed it as okayfor marriage i prayin our flesh we stay the blessed lamb we slayyou want to see my nigtmarestune in and turn on
We are all one
but we live as if divided
we share the same pain and shed blood for what we belive in
Yes we all have issues but let us not incorporate that into violence.
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
Did the movement really end?
The feelings, tensions, all amend?
Or does separation still exist?
Hatred and doubt with a twist?
The current world presents ignorance,
Prevalent distrust, shouting for guidance.
What did they fight for, Those brave souls marching in the streets?
They wanted equality and justice, These two freedoms guaranteed.
Facing power and gunfire during their fight
Slavery is equal
Revenge is justice
Life or death
Where’s our breath
We run on feet
We curse with tongues
Hateful words we spray
Vengeance we play
Extra!
A boy yells from the sidewalk
Handing out factual ink
In exchange for a dime.
Extra!
"Black Man Sent to Prison."
Intellectuals are confused.
He committed no crime.
Extra!
