everything we do is a crime,
it’s been like that for a whole lifetime.

black is a color no one wants to see,
police are shooting so “quietly.”

once we die, no one hears a sound
whites on the news but blacks are nowhere to be found.

making it to 18 is a blessing,
in the life we’re living everyone’s stressing.

police make their way out of a crime,
whereas if blacks did they’d be facing time.

murder is a small six-letter word,
but we have to yell just to be heard.

tears running down mommas’ faces,
“those police took my baby now they need to be put in their places”

you have to stretch to make life out here livable, 
hoodrats on every corner yelling “we need a miracle”

working hard is something we all do,
we have to budge into places you guys just walk through.

no one cares enough,
everyone’s living alone.

you all persist, cuffs around our wrists,
while families are missed.
your fist in my lip,
remind me of when you guys used to whip.

if you put a c in front of opp you’ll know the biggest threat
 but the sad part is, you all have your own mindset.

a jail cell is where most of us are held,
behind bars, serving time, the judge compelled.

lack of opportunity has broke our unity,
defined our identity
and marginalized minorities.

black lives matter caused a whole lot of chatter,
so all lives matter 
was rathered.

sirens wailing,
blacks are failing.

i can’t believe you’d all have the tendency,
the answer is not white supremacy.

take a look in your rear-view, and all you see is the color

“keep your hands visible and make no sudden moves,”
police make the calls then say we’re all fools.

whites reach for the stars,
while blacks remain behind bars.

right before dinner some families pray,
wishing that they’ll live to see another day.

being black can sometimes get hard,
carrying the burden of all whites wanting you dead in a graveyard.

by the second more lives are being lost,
and those officers need to pay the cost.

if you flipped the script you’ll see what life is like,
waking up to a world where everyday you have to fight.

our ancestors were slaves,
beaten and abused
i’m conveyed that we’ll always lose.

what did they do to earn so much disrespect,
we’re always the number one suspects.

we all bleed the same blood,
so why can’t we all just equally love?

up to this day,
racism continues
i hope in the future this doesn’t cause any issues.

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Free Write
The body of a woman
My body, My power 
That’s what they say anyways 
Beauty like a sunflower 
No matter how much we weigh. 

Beautiful from our head to our toes 
Including our mismatched curves 
What we wear is a form of expression, a way of life, and showing growth
It does not matter what you think you deserve 

I can’t control the uncontrollable 
Like the size of my chest or the size of my figure 
Your opinions are disposable, unlovable, unknowable 
They should be reconsidered, ‘cause they just make you sound bitter.

I won’t dress to make you happy 
OR do what you want me to do 
If I don’t want to do my hair, who cares if it’s nappy! 
But I live in a society where none of these messages get through. 

The way I sit is none of your business
Whether my legs are crossed or not 
If I’m taking up space, I’m sorry but I’m not asking for your forgiveness. 
I’m not the woman of your imagination, But of course, that’s something you never thought. 

My body, My power
So I’m going to do what I want and wear what I please 
Through every day and every hour 
I am a woman, who else agrees?
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What color am I
Behind the naked eye 
We are the same 
The way we cry 
It’s still the same because life is no game. 

Whether I am red, blue or black 
I am the exact same as you 

With that being said you are the same as me 
Beneath the flesh, you are no better 
So don’t pray on my downfall, cause I’m the best I can be 
So don’t be alarmed when I have on a dark sweater. 

We are built in the same skeleton 
Our veins carry the same blood 
The color of my skin is irrelevant
Just because I’m black, I get judged.

The color of my skin holds history 
People believing it's a sin to love someone who looks like me 
Certain features, Certain triggers, Certain chemistry 
People just like me always end “in memory…”
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The love we possess
The people we grew up with 
The people you talk to happily 
The people who have loved you since birth. 

Love we grow up on 
Bonding awaiting to be learned 
The first portrait that you draw with those colorful crayons 
Unconditional love that comes unearned. 

A type of love that we possess 
A type of love that we inherit 
You will always have those people to caress 
And you don’t even have to declare it. 

The only people who will never leave your side 
The people who won’t turn their backs on you 
The grieving and pain TOGETHER when someone dies
The ones who entertain the fantasies we once knew.

The ones who have been there since the beginning of time 
Until the moment you close your colorful eyes.
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An enticing escape
Yet selfishly destructive;
A fear grips my heart
As I take the step,
Prepared to fade
Into the distance,
Into nothingness.
A deafening silence
Surrounds me,
Encasing me
In the cage
Of self-created thought.
A silent plea to stop,
To return home,
Enters through
The open window
Of my mind.
I push it away
Denying any emotion
Wishing to forget
Hoping to be forgotten.
The end I sought
Now stands facing me,
A promise of liberation
From all endured
From all to come.

A new strength
Washes over me
Pulling me back,
A forgiven soul,
A forsaken wish.
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