This is my response to McKinney and Kalief Browder; I wrote this poem. It is called He was Right.
One minute your here and the next is just a part of someone's year. You try to stay clear of the troubles that be.
However, its hard when Brown is all people see.
I hate the lies and my heartbreaks from seeing the cries. I still wonder why my people are the group that always dies.
They but a price on our life. With no commas in sight. They put a whip on our back so no pride is intact. The wounds have healed
But the scars are forever true. How can you be complete without all of YOU. No one knows our pain or our blues. The only time they see us literally
is when we are on the five o'clock news. All this screaming but nothing is being done. While I guess even justice takes Time-Off from a long run.
But what is a break, when we never received justice in the first place. Our Life being watered down because of RACE.
So, you mean to tell me the color of your skin really decides your earthly end? You mean that justice and equality is all pretend?
Wow! That's hard to believe, but when I really think of it; for something to be born, it has to be first conceived.
And just like Sarah, Abraham wife; I am just too old to believe. Not saying my faith is gone; But I'm tired of the long way home.
Tired of singing for a chariot to take me on. For I thought I was already there? But I guess I was wrong That's just how Life is.
Because like Langston Hughes said I'm a refugee in my own home.
HE WAS RIGHT
Life is unmistakably unpredictableOne minute your here and the next is just a part of someone's year. You try to stay clear of the troubles that be.
However, its hard when Brown is all people see.
I hate the lies and my heartbreaks from seeing the cries. I still wonder why my people are the group that always dies.
They but a price on our life. With no commas in sight. They put a whip on our back so no pride is intact. The wounds have healed
But the scars are forever true. How can you be complete without all of YOU. No one knows our pain or our blues. The only time they see us literally
is when we are on the five o'clock news. All this screaming but nothing is being done. While I guess even justice takes Time-Off from a long run.
But what is a break, when we never received justice in the first place. Our Life being watered down because of RACE.
So, you mean to tell me the color of your skin really decides your earthly end? You mean that justice and equality is all pretend?
Wow! That's hard to believe, but when I really think of it; for something to be born, it has to be first conceived.
And just like Sarah, Abraham wife; I am just too old to believe. Not saying my faith is gone; But I'm tired of the long way home.
Tired of singing for a chariot to take me on. For I thought I was already there? But I guess I was wrong That's just how Life is.
Because like Langston Hughes said I'm a refugee in my own home.
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