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Black Lives Matter

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Black Lives Matter demanding voices to be     

I hope as the narrator you will come to understand me

In retrospect to the higher powers that be    

And of course, your life matters too     

As an embodied society, protect all human rights, therefore, give the darker hued civilization his just due     

  

Police brutally have always plagued the humanity of the black male race     

From DWB, racial profiling, to the spray of facial Mace     

  

Illustrating the hushed concept     

Your life is less than mine this will be forgiven, behind my badge American citizens shall soon forget 

Your fallacies to judge presence, not upon skin color as a body who stands     

The Hebrew male does bleed as others, he is the originality as a God fearing man     

   

Hands raised, complying, no gun in sight     

He flinched, shots fired, bullets now lain out in hindsight     

   

Court systems, defending the men in blue     

Witnesses to comfort the family’s integrity now cannot recall, a testimonial ruse

An innocent victim now becomes the suspect, echoing no convictions, yet still labeled a ward of systematic abuse

Shooting acquitted, man of blue, justified     

Outraged, the stigma of the family seeking justice, sadly demoralized     

 

In front of a microphone, tears falling, behind the whys     

My child was a Christian, he was even baptized     

You’ve now taken him away from me in the blink of an eye     

Only the Creator knows the wicked man’s mind seen through the shooter’s lies     

We want justice, screams heard throughout the night     

Marches, riots, demonstrations, heard from the deafening ears of injustice’s cruel fight     

   

Give us justice or give us peace     

Only a squeaky wheel gets oil, it gets the grease     

   

Movement or Hatred how did society ever come to this     

I do not even know how this issue ended up on my poetic wish list     

Voices heard, impartiality felt, but remains unseen     

A blue force to reckon, which has labeled Black Lives Matter a total mob scene     

   

But wait, we all march for our civil rights, correct     

It’s has been our amendment since the beginning of time, but yet     

   

Skin of a different color, birthed from the womb of a dark-skinned mother     

Rules do not apply since it’s not the other     

We march on Washington for equal pay     

No time for a brother whose body has been bullet ridden and slayed     

We march in the streets to recognize equality of both genders     

No time for a brother who was pulled over for a simple fender bender, killed, his eulogy has now been delivered     

We march for medical reform, I need my health care     

No time for a brother who was running away, unarmed, shot in the back, reasons of such evaporated into thin air     

   

I could go on and on and on     

However, Black Lives Matter sings this unified song     

   

My one and only single request that must be met     

Bullets are flying among the African American race like Russian Roulette     

Life in essence, and living the American dream is a hefty bill     

We need to sing together when anyone has been unjustifiable killed     

   

The voices of hurt rings so much louder from the African American hilltops     

We all remember Rodney King, the wooden batons refused to stop     

   

Years later, unfortunately things have not changed     

Different geographic, different situations, yet the results are always the same     

Many things we must do to better ourselves as we all move along     

Hear the voices seeking justice, as if it was your own song     

When a shooting has taken lives within schools     

It does not matter what color, we feel the victims’ mothers’ pain, we demand justice, not pity the fool     

   

Now put that spin on the flip side of your skin     

Then understand this is how Black Lives Matter movement begin     

   

Continued marches for bullets, which steals an innocent body off the streets, over-and-over again     

However, if you’re guilty as sin     

And weasel your way out with confrontational fists; just remember you will never win     

Think before you act     

Allow the court system to be your justice, a known fact     

Hold it, isn’t this the beginning brought to the end     

Shots fired, killed, he was only driving around the bend     

   

It wasn’t a gun in his hand, it was his cell phone, let’s all breathe, as we count to ten     

 

 

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