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Cry Of A Rebel
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my pain?
Will this touch your soul?
Can you heal this strain?
Will this ever make you wonder?
Will things ever change?
These thoughts forever burn in my brain
These thoughts forever cause my mind to strain
Sometime it’s hard to really refrain
From the problems that causes me disdain
No one knows how the pain of being black goes
The grievance from my people dying hurts my fractured soul
Seeing us being slaughtered constantly does damage to my psyche
White supremacists will never play nicely
But I still don’t understand why they take our power lightly
Why do they take us so lightly?
They love everything about us but hate our well being
They hate our natural purpose and that our essence has meaning
They would rather see us on the ground decimated, bleeding…
As we beg them to show us mercy and on knees for our lives, pleading
While they use the media to tell lies about us to be misleading
Then continue to hide the truth in plain sight to make it more deceiving
Stress from the system of racism and subjugation has made it hard to keep believing
Still waiting for those benefits and our just dues we were supposed to receive
I’m tired of symbolic victories and pointless reasoning
I’m tired of being racially profiled for driving a nice car late in the evenings
They pull me over just because I have a bank account full of larger figures
Knowing I have a great career but still they racially profile me as a drug dealer
Can’t even think in peace without them thinking I’m up to no good
Many could never sit still knowing they have us trapped like lab rats in the hood
Sometimes I feel this we live in makes me feel worthless
But the most high made us in its image to do things amazingly perfect
So let’s learn to make living our lives and loving ourselves worth it
People like us can’t afford to die until we fulfilled our purpose
Fueled with anger
Life constantly filled with danger
Well being constantly threatened by recessive racial strangers
That desperately want my blood spilled all over the streets
Laying lifeless as my blood soaks into the concrete
Just itching to make a point out of me
But that’s something they would wish or love to see
In hindsight scared or deeply afraid to come near me
Because I have a vibe that places terror and fear into the hearts of my enemies
Quick in self-defense to let the trigger squeeze
Then take a pig to the slaughterhouse and make him bleed
This is what happens when a black man is pushed beyond his breaking point
Non-violent within myself but violence and aggression towards the enemy proves a point
But it’s sad that many of my own won’t see my point
It’s more infuriating that many will never see the point
Do you see the world we now live in?
Being condemned for the color of our skin
Media continues to give race soldiers clout
While falsely painting us as gangbangers and perpetrators
When potentially you have whites out and about
That are most likely to be mass shooters and serial rapists
Injustice could be happening right now as we speak
Damn how my ancestors in the afterlife weep
Can you see my tears?
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my pain?
Do you see how it drives me insane?
I’m feeling this pain on so many levels
You haven’t felt pain until heard the cry of a rebel
Do you feel my pain?
Will this touch your soul?
Can you heal this strain?
Will this ever make you wonder?
Will things ever change?
These thoughts forever burn in my brain
These thoughts forever cause my mind to strain
Sometime it’s hard to really refrain
From the problems that causes me disdain
No one knows how the pain of being black goes
The grievance from my people dying hurts my fractured soul
Seeing us being slaughtered constantly does damage to my psyche
White supremacists will never play nicely
But I still don’t understand why they take our power lightly
Why do they take us so lightly?
They love everything about us but hate our well being
They hate our natural purpose and that our essence has meaning
They would rather see us on the ground decimated, bleeding…
As we beg them to show us mercy and on knees for our lives, pleading
While they use the media to tell lies about us to be misleading
Then continue to hide the truth in plain sight to make it more deceiving
Stress from the system of racism and subjugation has made it hard to keep believing
Still waiting for those benefits and our just dues we were supposed to receive
I’m tired of symbolic victories and pointless reasoning
I’m tired of being racially profiled for driving a nice car late in the evenings
They pull me over just because I have a bank account full of larger figures
Knowing I have a great career but still they racially profile me as a drug dealer
Can’t even think in peace without them thinking I’m up to no good
Many could never sit still knowing they have us trapped like lab rats in the hood
Sometimes I feel this we live in makes me feel worthless
But the most high made us in its image to do things amazingly perfect
So let’s learn to make living our lives and loving ourselves worth it
People like us can’t afford to die until we fulfilled our purpose
Fueled with anger
Life constantly filled with danger
Well being constantly threatened by recessive racial strangers
That desperately want my blood spilled all over the streets
Laying lifeless as my blood soaks into the concrete
Just itching to make a point out of me
But that’s something they would wish or love to see
In hindsight scared or deeply afraid to come near me
Because I have a vibe that places terror and fear into the hearts of my enemies
Quick in self-defense to let the trigger squeeze
Then take a pig to the slaughterhouse and make him bleed
This is what happens when a black man is pushed beyond his breaking point
Non-violent within myself but violence and aggression towards the enemy proves a point
But it’s sad that many of my own won’t see my point
It’s more infuriating that many will never see the point
Do you see the world we now live in?
Being condemned for the color of our skin
Media continues to give race soldiers clout
While falsely painting us as gangbangers and perpetrators
When potentially you have whites out and about
That are most likely to be mass shooters and serial rapists
Injustice could be happening right now as we speak
Damn how my ancestors in the afterlife weep
Can you see my tears?
Can you hear my cry?
Do you feel my pain?
Do you see how it drives me insane?
I’m feeling this pain on so many levels
You haven’t felt pain until heard the cry of a rebel
Published 11th Mar 2018
| Edited 17th Jun 2018
Author's Note
This poem should've been published a month ago....
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