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I.
The first day I realized
freedom is not free without a cost,
I was thirteen—
when we read To Kill a Mockingbird
and I could not help but think
Why as Africa Americans do we become scaredwhen we see those lights flashing red and blue,Why as people of color do we get the darker side of you,assigned to serve and protect but who do we callwhen we need protection from the man in blue.Why does
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist
In the eyes of the president, I don’t work for shit
In the eyes of the president, I’m a drug user
I don’t know why people are very mad and sarcastic of the city that we live inI don’t why people are protesting of our neighborhood that we were killed inI don’t know why people want to fight the police officers for what they’ve done or wouldn
I don’t know why people are very mad and sarcastic of the city that we live inI don’t why people are protesting of our neighborhood that we were killed inI don’t know why people want to fight the police officers for what they’ve done or wouldn
I am the broken silence
The one you left behind
The cracked brush and dried gel
The burned hands
The ones who worked for everything the white man and woman were easily given
I am the kinky hair
Life is constant reminder
That some are cold and few are kinder
We only can hope to raise our young
In a better world where its all for one
But we're judged by the color of our skin
They hear me
See me
Tell me
Read me
Stuff that’s given
Hasn’t been easy
They say they listen
But I’m constantly on repeat
Sometimes it’s not worth it
I’d rather them tease me
Using paper maché with a wire armature, I created a blooming sunflower able to stand on its roots.
Locked Inside
“Be you” they tell us,
“We will always love you” they said,
“Everybody makes mistakes” they tell us,
“Our God is a loving God” they said.
But he was not himself,
The government put the authority in their hands
We of African-descent don't stand a chance
We need to finally take a stand
After all , it could be your sister or brother
In an alternate universe where every little black boy does not resemble Trayvon martin I am not afraid for my nephew
My auntie she was a thug
Oh yes she was
A true hero under god
She ain't been gone for that long
She lived her life by God
Yes she did
When I said I loved her I knew that she was gone
Attitudes,
How do they teach me?
Smart remarks,
How do they help me?
I'm defiant?
I just want to learn.
Rowdy classes and rude students,
do you care?
You just pass us 'cause we're here.
Childish Innocence ripped away,
it’s now dark outside, yet it is day.
“How can they smile, laugh, and play?”,
when my childish innocence was just ripped away.
Accidently created, always viewed with disgust,
fucked it all up
tried to make it look right
I do a lot of bad shit
but I still stay polite
Noone knows me around the corner
down the street in the alley
You was only chasin
