America
Land of the free
But not to those with melanin in their skin
Not to the ones who were ripped from their homes and brought to an alien country
Not to those who come here in search of a better life
Those beautiful people
All shades of brown
These people you isolate
You oppress them with your words and actions
When we are killed you silence your ears and turn your backs
You kill our men and boys
Rape our girls and women
You make us out to be monsters when it was your ancestors who stole us from our beds
America
This country of paper promises
When a black boy is the victim of police brutality you ask
“What did he do to provoke the officer”
When a black boy is caught doing something he shouldn’t
You condemn our whole race
You make jokes of our skin, our hair, our bodies
Yet in the media white women continue to try to look like us while white men lust after our figures
America
This diverse battleground
A country color blind to all those who don’t answer to
White
You cannot silence the voices of thousands
A race centuries old and ever aging
Our hair twists with the stories of our homeland
Our skin dark with the dirt our ancestors walked on the path to freedom
Our voices rich with the strength of music
Leaving hope for us all
Our lives are not a game for you to play with in your free time
We will fight to protect our children
Mothers should not sit in fear that their boys will not come home
Fathers should not blame a daughter for her clothes because the men on the street would rather treat her as a toy than
Human
Young boys, still new under the sun, should not ask a sister if he will be killed by police
We are a race long surviving
The end of us will not begin because you cannot control those who pledged to keep us safe
We are a people stronger than the hand you mean to crush us with
The tears of those you broke to build your country run through our veins
We pass our stories on
The younger generations carry our hopes and fulfill our dreams
The more you try to silence us
The louder we scream
Land of the free
But not to those with melanin in their skin
Not to the ones who were ripped from their homes and brought to an alien country
Not to those who come here in search of a better life
Those beautiful people
All shades of brown
These people you isolate
You oppress them with your words and actions
When we are killed you silence your ears and turn your backs
You kill our men and boys
Rape our girls and women
You make us out to be monsters when it was your ancestors who stole us from our beds
America
This country of paper promises
When a black boy is the victim of police brutality you ask
“What did he do to provoke the officer”
When a black boy is caught doing something he shouldn’t
You condemn our whole race
You make jokes of our skin, our hair, our bodies
Yet in the media white women continue to try to look like us while white men lust after our figures
America
This diverse battleground
A country color blind to all those who don’t answer to
White
You cannot silence the voices of thousands
A race centuries old and ever aging
Our hair twists with the stories of our homeland
Our skin dark with the dirt our ancestors walked on the path to freedom
Our voices rich with the strength of music
Leaving hope for us all
Our lives are not a game for you to play with in your free time
We will fight to protect our children
Mothers should not sit in fear that their boys will not come home
Fathers should not blame a daughter for her clothes because the men on the street would rather treat her as a toy than
Human
Young boys, still new under the sun, should not ask a sister if he will be killed by police
We are a race long surviving
The end of us will not begin because you cannot control those who pledged to keep us safe
We are a people stronger than the hand you mean to crush us with
The tears of those you broke to build your country run through our veins
We pass our stories on
The younger generations carry our hopes and fulfill our dreams
The more you try to silence us
The louder we scream
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aesythe
Jul 26, 2018
I don't know what to say. What power, what clear voice you have. In my head I felt as though I could hear this being spoken aloud with great passion. You say what you mean and mean what you say, without taking the poetry out of it.
I have only one small note for you. It seems like such a silly little thing to worry about, but the lack of punctuation threw me off a little. You might benefit from adding some in (commas, periods, dashes) so that it is more obvious where you are intending greater emphasis.
Thank you thank you thank you for sharing.