racism

Quintessence of African American

My country… Tis of thee. Bittersweet land, apparition of liberty. So long withheld from me… Of thee I see Land where my fathers died, Land where the pilgrims cried. A pretense of courtesy, But held disdain deep. Likewise, today people in positions of authority And opportunity. My country… When will you unchain the shackles: mentally…

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Lady Liberty

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…

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Amongst the Broken Men

By CB I’m living in a world where you’re called By numbers and not your name On lockdown, behind a wall in rusty chains My hands and feet are in shackles, so I can’t move This the first time in my life That I don’t know what to do, and Not even my family knows…

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Remembering My People

By PJ Look at my people And Grandma’s slow movement In her knee-length gown, slippers on Braids cover her head, like a crown I love her bold features, her high cheekbones Broad hands grip her snuff can, and her eyes They have a far away stare But they’re focused as they keep secrets Daddy’s fat…

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Home Sweet Home, Right?

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…

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