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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
In the midst of my dreams
Peace and quite a man should have, so it shall seem
Guns drawn, voices raised in a confusion melee
Startled and still groggy from a deep sleep
In my own residence, protection to self as I reach
Be respectable to the law my mother have always preached
Shot three times and now dead,
I never had a chance to comply as they said
My adult life played in the media as a sad memory
Sleeping while black, free, yet my life did not matter in an error, a botched assignment with no gained victory
#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth
1st Edition (Published 30th May 2020)
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
In the midst of my dreams
Peace and quite a man should have, so it shall seem
Guns drawn, voices raised in a confusion melee
Startled and still groggy from a deep sleep
In my own residence, protection to self as I reach
Be respectable to the law my mother have always preached
Shot three times and now dead,
I never had a chance to comply as they said
My adult life played in the media as a sad memory
Sleeping while black, free, yet my life did not matter in an error, a botched assignment with no gained victory
#CelebratingBlackHistoryMonth
1st Edition (Published 30th May 2020)
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