mikebrown
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Black fists
reaching at the sky.
Clouds
large and airy -- white yet
translucent;
Seeming to be made of glass.
We want freedom in every way
Freedom from being shot everyday
Of course all lives matter
But what about all the senseless act
Of the killing of black males
black males and black females
My grandmother frequently talks of the good old days,
the days that she thought were lost in a maze
she speaks of the times when all was right
and only dancing happened at night.
Laid to rest by a dishonest hand,
that day we lost another man
from life and struggles that we face
Are we one?
It's hopeless I know this devoid of devotion.
So tired of the maddness and sick of emotions dividing the classes and poisoning the masses.
So I'm strictly devoted.
Am I a black male?
do you judge me by my skin?
or am I a male who is black?
do you acknowledge my dark skin?
Ignorance will tell you alot about me
I am from the hood
always up to no good
Judgement and speculations
Have always been passed over me
Always been placed on me
By family
By friends
By people I don't even know
Why is this?
Justice for all?
Damn near justice for none!
People die everyday,
Because the world can't control their guns
Innocent people die in vain.
If the police do a crime,
Is it ok?
I can't sleep,
too much frustration on my mind,
Can't seem to sympathize with the decision made,
Wilson not charged, no justice served, he's free,
Mike is dead,
A lovely day,
Dull yet gay,
For a peace
Prevailed.
But all was gone
In the blink of an eye.
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right
When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied
So we haven't had the right?
To see past color was a dream
A vision past down by a king
How are we suppose to speak out for what's right
When it seems as if to peacefully protest is denied
So we haven't had the right?
To see past color was a dream
A vision past down by a king
We only got one time, our life is defined Behind eyes of the man whose never had blood on his hands. They teach us virtues in class, but tell us to stab each other in the back when the time comes and there's only one spot open.
I have 4 little brothers
Well 5 if you count my pain-in-the-butt little cousin
