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 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      
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    
 
 
    
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