He needs no excuse to justify his abuse. Loopholes are inserted to keep justice perverted, while he turns out the truth.
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love_supreme says: True words. Excellent write. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY LEEPAUL
The Strength In Playing FairJust because I don't, don’t mean I can't. Just because I can, don't mean I should.  |
At PeaceLoving wealth and fearing death are impossible to shake, but “For Jesus’ sake.” |
Police/PimpHe needs no excuse to justify his abuse. Loopholes are inserted to keep justice perverted, while he turns out the truth. |
Look at usWhen I look in the mirror, who do I see? I see them; I see us, and I see me. If there was ever an image worthy of a good look-see, examine your reflection, it's our connection to each other and to our ancestry. |
Why is that?My distorted sense of right and wrong does not belong, but still feels right at home in this civilized jungle. |
My MindsetWealth and longevity are built into our skin. We're valued more than most can comprehend. Going as far back with time as childhood friends. The secret of our existence stretches from beginning to end. |
Easy Does ItTrouble is easy to get into but hard as hell to get out of. Which is why it's so easy to hate and so hard to love. |
Cuz, you dead wrongHiding behind the memory of my uncle and auntie. The manipulation tactics formed as weapons against me. Death brings out the best and worst in people close to them. A truth that is so dismissed but yet so grim. |
The BeliefBeing believed in is what I believe in. Believing in you as much as I believe in myself. I refuse to believe in what someone wants me to see in me. I refuse to believe that what they believe in me is true. Believe it or not even the nonbelievers believe in it too. They know what can be achieved when you do believe. But they believe in making us believe that the truth is make believe.
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Recognizing Black HistoryIt's because I want to. It's because I need to. It's because I have to. It's because of who I am. It's because of my children. It's because of the love of my people. It's because of the past present and future struggle. It's because of what my black history means to me. And not because it's the month of February. |