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#Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter demanding voices to be    
I hope as the writer you come to feel me  
And of course, your life matters too    
As an embodied society protect my human rights, give me my just due    
 
Police brutally has always plagued the humanity of the black 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    
I bleed as you bleed like 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 has the forgetful mind flu    
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 God 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 Nurse’s 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    
Acquitted, Black Lives Matter, here we go once again  
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
This poem is quite fitting and precedes a poem labeled, "I Can’t Breathe in the near future.. -Double Up-

SKC
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