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ANOTHER ONE DOWN😞 News flash... Officer involved shooting... Suspected robber... Unarmed black… gunned down... Sighs… Tearful eyes. Hate… Cruel fate. Black kid strolling down the street, Unarmed to his feet; Shot dead like a dog, By the nation's watchdog. Begged for his life on his knees, Deaf ears to his pleas. The real robber ran behind, They see, yet they're blind. It's on the papers, it's on the news, And yet it's no news; They've got the guns, they've got the law, Backing up their flaw. Mother weeps, just lost her son; Bulllet from a gun. Father mourns, just lost his heir, To speak, none would dare. First they made us into slaves, Now they're digging our graves. Dead nephews, dead brothers, Little babies, no fathers. Black deaths in decimals, They treat us like animals; And when we succumb to our rage, They lock us up in a cage. Where's the love, where's the unity? It's all brutality. Where...

White Stereotype This could be us. Bonding in saliva and in fever I love you so much Denver But you labeled me a taker Since my people have been taking from you forcefully I didn't even support them fully Behind the scenes I was fighting for you wholly I'm timid, naive and afraid to fight for you openly Cause I'm sacred I will be labeled a traitor This could be us! Sharing one heart, while listening to the music you love But here we are, far away from you The sins of my people tearing us apart Give or take Everyone is here for themselves Can't we be here for ourselves and not against our heartbeat Shouldn't we been fighting for our love, tearing the skin that took us apart This could be us! But no this is not us How can this be us When my love is seen as plot to explore your body Every of my kindness is perceived as a silent threat I'm even afraid to touch your melanin skin Because I will be labeled a rapist When in reality I'm just a pianist Exp...

I'm  Black I am black, And I'm here to stay. You can hate and slay, But you never get a pay. Even if heaven flows underneath my feet, I'd again choose black for it damn fit. I am black And I promise to never lack nor even slack. You might try to beat You might want to hate But won't be used as a bait. You can arrest me, You can hurt me, You can kill me. But you can never change the color I bleed! Black Color isn't complete without black, If you want it to spark. Black is peace Black is purity Black is white Black and white. Vision in the 60s. ©Gemini Pride

Black Disease This could be us! But you named me black; A parasite of human race. My color is a disease, isn't it? The milk you don't want to taste twice. The devil you never want to get related with. You distaste me with your mind. Pump lies at me with your heart. Rubbed me in the dirt with your eyes. Twisted my fate with your mouth. Yet that isn't enough Till you stained your hands with my blood. But the good news is, Your white history isn't complete without blacks; Ask Barrack Obama, who ruled you for years. Or ask the black Angel of your country, Dr Martin Luther King Jr, what he dreamt of; definitely not racism. Your book of white history is still stained in black, Ask George Stinney Jr, Yes! The fourteen years old boy who took a rough ride to heaven for what offense? Oh now I know; he has that black disease which is indeed killing you. You might have forgotten but history is still intact. 1944 won't forget June 16. You beat ...

The Manager Every rising  sun Meets me on the farm Not mine Nor my father's But someone else's Every setting sun Leaves me in a big compound Where I toil not my field Nor my parents But that which  Is for a stranger Thou I'm a man of age I couldn't help but manage I couldn't man age Instead age man me Bossing me to obey it's command I am a famous man For poverty dwells with me Pain is my anchor And bitterness my best friend I am dressed in a robe of penury The crown of poverty adorns me On my hands are bangles of hopelessness Complimenting my beautiful outfit of doom I have no one to look up to But the supreme up above No where to turn to Even a house, I didn't own I eat the delicacies of sorrow Drank the wine of anguish, In a mansion of wretchedness I am king I manage all I have I mean all of nothing I am a manager Who manage his life, A stupendous manger ® Sam Petros