🗽🗽🗽Justice for Some America, your colors are showingForget red white and blueUnless you speak greenThe American government doesn’t give a damn about youIt’s capitalistic through and throughIt’s sold guns, jails and even people tooIt’s the American wayOur forefathers would sayBut honest Abe didn’t get gunned down with an AKWhile contently watching his playWe scream number…
Tag: Poetry
𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
We don’t want easier livesWe justWant to playBy the same gameEven the same rulesGiven the same toolsAttend the same prestigious schoolsGiven opportunitiesTo build the same wealthReside in towns whereWe all haveThe same qualityOf healthWe want thesame roadssame quality of homesAccess to theSame cheat codesBecause try harderisn’t gettingAny further inA systemThat wasn’t madeFor me Telling us…
Gardens
New week. New poem for Black History Month. Interested in purchasing a poem or a book? American Hurt https://amzn.to/2U50UhBReturn to Sender https://amzn.to/31A3PCX 💐 💐 💐We are our ancestors wildest dreams as we grow where we are planted even in the garden of adversity.We grow roots from the soil assigned to us even if it is…
Hard Enough
Last year I posted a poem a week all February. And I’m doing it again. If you’re interested in purchasing one, let me know as I now have one hanging up in an Airbnb. Want to buy my books? Check out American Hurt https://amzn.to/2U50UhB or Return to Sender https://amzn.to/31A3PCX on Amazon. 📚 📚📚 Hard Enough…
In the Neighborhood
One day soon my neighborhood won’t look the same and its current residents, local, state, and the federal government will be the only ones left to blame. So rather it’s a good or a bad change everyone will have a hand in accountabilityWe say the town is resilient we’re strong but people don’t want obstacles…
Not my Fence
The curtains still blow in the wind yet nobody lives here. From my side, I stare at the vines hugging my fence for attention as there’s no warmth left in the house next door. I got stuck staring and wondering where the people went, what they were like, and what happened. The trash can is…
I Wrote My Way Out
“The problem was our parents told us we could be anything and they never told us we couldn’t be everything at once.” — @ justdae Growing up at one point, I wanted to be a singer, then I discovered that I don’t like singing in front of strangers. Then I wanted to be an actress….
Equality Games
Let’s stop comparing tragedies. One killing isn’t worse than another killing because a life is still lost and a murder is still unsolved. No one’s pain is worse than the others as we’re comparing the same things across the nation not worrying that legislation is nowhere in sight. We know what’s wrong and what’s right….
American Hurt Reflects on America’s Faults
It’s not our fault America is the way that it is but at some point we must have the strength to look at ourselves and acknowledge our past so we can fix the present and future. What’s American Hurt about? It’s not an anti-American poetry book but it’s a look in the mirror. It’s me…
Confidence, Choas, and Childhood Clarity
From the moment the sun kissed my skin my mom knew I’d be a little different. Her only girl who seemed to live a world of my own. I fell in love with words as a library kid visiting worlds before I could even ride a bike. Every kid got in trouble but my mischief…
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