When theres a village arent your children mine, and my children yours? (Keep praying) Break the cycle of despair, we need the whole village praying and partaking in the lives of our young people again. Poetic short story Still under attack You keep reminding me that Im black, and Im constantly by you being attacked, because It seems you always have my hands tied behind my back, as the whole world stands by and observe too see that this is a fact, into my life you always want to hack. I dont Mack or car jack, and you still wont cut me any slack. I tell you when it comes to this unjust system, in street lingo we call it wack. As the years passed by and opportunity of what I thought arose, I figure for you I no longer had to squirm on my belly, or be yanked up on my toes. As the clock tick on you proceed in your mission, to make sure from the inside out Im taken out of commission. You continue to point me out every time you see me, by always setting off your siren, even when Im walking down the street in a three piece suit carrying a briefcase looking squeaky clean, or chilling in my sweats, or even in my arms when you see me carrying a grocery bag, all youre looking at is how my pants sag. As you signal to the others reminding them everyday we must take down these fork one by one who call themselves brothers, saying we got another one to place our engravement, as yall slam us down on the concrete pavement: that we never forget who you say we are, as you continue to inflict on us your rmisguided scars. And while in your custody if we blink an eye, or slightly turn our head, we dont have to worry about fighting false criminal charges, because well just be shot dead. The message you keep sending is very clear, justice for us is still unfair, because of who you keep thinking we are our voice you refuse to hear. You tell us with your actions every time a life is taken not to get it twisted for there was no mistaken. Dont you know by now many of us have our shields, that give us the authority to do too you what we will. You said, you use to live In Brooklyn, and as a boy you got beat up everyday by those who looked like me, and thats why you became a cop to make sure you can get back at all who look like those that you were attack by. So! I cant even walk down the street without you being reminded of your personal set backs. You are suppose to be one who serve and give all citizens protection, theres not suppose to be for a certain people rejection, instead we get a beat down while those who claim to be innocent get your protection. You act like we all walk around in a daze smoking a blunt, so you gave yourself toward us permission to hunt. The lies and deceit in the media about us you will make sure it stay, so that many of us will remain your prey, but what you fail to realize you have long time been exposed, of the lies and deception and pretty soon you will be asking for our protection, and guest what? Were going to give it to you just so you may know what it mean to be a real human being. Though when I was created you became elated by what you saw, because you did not know who you were, you could not comprehend what was in your own heart, as you looked at me not knowing you were seeing the very reflection of God. So! I have to remember every now and then, that you keep denying out of one blood created He(God) all men!
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 01:26:52 +0000
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