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Lady Liberty

December 21, 2020 by 9 Comments

By MV

Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she turned her back
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she doesn’t care
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she’s in on it too
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because there’s millions of people in a cage
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because innocents are dying everyday
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because those guilty remain free
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she’s racist too
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she just can’t see
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Or maybe she’s just a disguise
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because we’re still waiting for justice
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because we’re focused on the wrong things
Lady Liberty must be sleep
Because no one follows her values
Lady Liberty must be sleep

Trayvon, Tamir, Michael, Eric, Breonna, etc
The list is long, now Ahmaud and George

May you rest in peace
With Lady Liberty

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Home Sweet Home, Right?

June 1, 2020 by 14 Comments

By KW

I thought after Medgar Evers, there’d be no more fear

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Emmett Till, we shook up the world

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Fannie Lou Hamer, we were done being sick and tired

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Eric Garner, we would breathe a breath for relief

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after “Bloody Sunday,” Brother John woke up America

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Dr. King, there’d be a “Table of Brother-Hood” in a nation
whose people are colorblind

In her home she knew was safe!

I thought after Aretha Franklin, falling in love with ourselves just as we are … is natural

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Dorothy Heights, greatness is not measured by what a man or woman accomplishes
But by the opposition he or she has to overcome to reach his or her goals

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Sean Bell, before 1 bullet would be sent at least 4 or 9 words would be spoken

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after Philando …Damn.

In her home she knew she was safe!

I thought after?

I thought after?

And that’s the problem!
How many more “Again?” until it ends?
Under our flag we are created equal
How many more “I thought after’s” until
Respect is giving to our flag?
We are killing our own people?
While wearing the flag
Our flag is a symbol of security
Stop killing our people!
Respect the flag, because

In her home she knew she was safe.

God Help America

 

I dedicated this to another American, Atatiana Jefferson, who was unarmed and killed in her home by a rookie police officer. Again?  

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My Struggle

September 24, 2018 by 4 Comments

By AF

They lock us in these cages
And throw away the key
Say it ain’t no hope for me
I was only sixteen
When they gave me eighteen
Man if they really really knew
All of the s*** we go through
Maybe they’ll provide a better way
And lil bruh still be here today
These streets is unsafe
Or do they really even care
That this s*** is unfair,
We living in the slums, so you better not run
Cause they’ll shoot you in your back
And justify your death
Say I took away his breath
‘Cause I thought he had a gun
And wasn’t nothing in your hand
Now do you see what I’m saying?
History keep on showing us
That America don’t accept us
But don’t listen to lil ole me
Just watch and see
Trump about to show you
That this ain’t that land of the free
Nor the home of the brave
Money, lies and graves is what this country really about
And how it was made…

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Obama

January 19, 2018 by 3 Comments

By HW

Positively speaking, you put a face on the black American life.
Instilling courage inside every black man and every black woman, worldwide.
A battered culture, we had been oppressed without a voice for so long.
We were taught not to believe in ourselves.
“OBAMA”
You took a chance at your dreams, when a black president was so far-fetched.
When the threats poured in, and the racial tension was too thick to hide.
You stood tall, with complete confidence in yourself and in our race
and most important, our nation.
I’m proud to call you my brother of color,
and I was, and still am proud to call you our first black American president.
Your actions have showed the youth what a strong black man is and what we all can strive to be.
Lodged in the heart of D.C. you freed the voiceless
and you gave hope to the poverty stricken people without health care.
You visited the land of the colored humans
and gave the great help and hope that our people need.
You sat and spent time with the elderly people of color, who laid the foundation before you.
When young black lives were being haunted and destroyed by crooked police,
you stood in front of the world and said black lives matter.
When young black boys continued to be shot down,
you held the people responsible for it and continued to seek justice.
You visited the victims of family and gave them a renewed strength.
I can’t name everything you have done.
For our country, or the black community.
But I can say that you touched or changed so many lives
and we truly appreciate your movement and fearlessness.

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What Goes Unspoken

November 7, 2016 by Leave a Comment

By SK

Why is my life not valued the same as yours?
Why are my rights the same but still ignored?
Am I not human, am I not living?
Are we the same being or are our species different?
I can’t tell and you can’t truth
But lie well, you indeed do
All lives matter the same
But mine is not seen, unless in shame
My history changed into what you want me to see
Mirror of my life altered into what you want me to be
Force my words until peace is a tongue we can no longer speak
Bring a big pie of violence that we can all eat
Mmmmm! Smells of cherry deceit
Try to crush me until I crumble but I stand in undefeat
Mockery of your society
Lands me in a state of dire need
Despite the liars
He strives to be
Higher on hiring employees
To build my cause, to cause the fall of your company
What goes on unspoken

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