Discoloration I died in this grass I tried to survive in this - TopicsExpress



          

Discoloration I died in this grass I tried to survive in this grass Been stopped, frisked and harassed Kissed by shattered broken glass Died trying to get some gas Punished for being black Railroaded and dragged Hung by nooses And by grand juries Nothing, it seems can stop Their hatred and fury Why does it seems That we put in our bids As if we need to Need to to live Survival skills is needed When the berry is blacker The blacker the berry The deeper the hatred Stopped and ticketed Because of our pigment With each blow they lay upon us Hoping to change it These wounds are painful never is it painless Lets all take our shovels And dig graves for this hatred And Bury the hatred Like we bury the hatchet our faces beat to the pavement Blacks are targets Purpose and blatant Agenda to kill us Modern day enslavement If black is the plaintiff He becomes the defendant Whether hes dead or hes living spends his whole life proving hes innocent Evidence discredited As soon as its presented Presumptuously guilty Because of our pigment What a silly world A silly world that we live in To see any color as a discoloration --Anton Brockenbrough Young Neff PKz Kidd Young Blk Ice Author Veronica Blackbeauty
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 14:32:47 +0000

Trending Topics



Recently Viewed Topics




© 2015