Thursday, March 19, 2015
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
America The Free By Bo-Edward Lawrence
Would have a nice ring to it if prejudice wasn't underneath
I mean.
Come on, its black history month and we are more inclined
To worry about if a dress was gold or blue I think we are still color blind.
Just enough to not realize
That yes white against black violence is bad but black on black is the worst crime.
But you know as a negro I can't be a hero
Is what I once thought.
My thoughts make me tired.
The bud make me tired.
Never an alcoholic the Budweiser.
There's prejudice all around us even beyond race.
At school I use to know a friend that was gay,
Got bullied every day
Spit in his face
And was called a disgrace,
But sometimes I wondered when God himself was gonna come down and wipe the tears off his face, Because at the end of the day
To those ignorant souls, a bullet won't make him think straight.
Accept people for who they are.
Because America is the land is the free.
Prejudice is just hate,
And hate is to big of weight for my
soul cannot take
this miss domineer.
If your words hold weight make sure your pronouns and nouns don't shake,
Because I hate, Fake
Apologies sound late,
To a suicidal child in debate
His fate is a razor blade to a beat away
My heart shakes for you.
I'll pray for you.
America I hope you stay free.
To sign this letter,
I'll finish with a shot at the ignorant souls that are trapped in mental cages I feel sorry for you.
Negativity breaks you down body part by body part.
Because you have
Lips that conceive lies
With a breath that reeks of regret
Makes me realize why your teeth shows gaps of faith and crooked promises and hopes
Your a mouthful pessimism
That makes me choke !
My chest and ribs become compressed because my stomach can't understand or process
that you ain't shit but a thigh away from being alone
A leg away from depression
And a toe away from death.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Stay Strong
It doesn't matter how talented you are! If you stand for something you must die standing in the glass house you chose to live in. People love to throw stones because its easy, but once you throw them back, you lose everything.
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