Spoken Poetry Assignment “A Mystery” Stephanie Jones

 

I dont live in a perfect world and we never will

“Some Black girl” is my name

Yes, maybe i seem different

but deep inside all of us are the same

but we don't get along cause my skins brown and your skins…

brown i'm just a tad bit darker and plain to see

but you dont care

so its a mystery

write it down in a book call it history

cause thats the class i'm sitting in

and its putting me to sleep

and when i wake

please tell me it was all a dream.

Its a mystery

Its an algebra problem

Its hard to come up with a solution so we

Riot over our rights fights wars and revolutions

You think you know me but trust me you don't.

Im not just Some Black girl.

I was put on this earth for a reason

its a mystery but don't dread me in your misery

of whos who and why the color of my skin won't change

day by day as time flies by

discrimination is not the answer

your violent words wont hold me for ransom

i cant i wont will not

im telling you with everything ive got

I will not be discriminated..

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i cant make the time tick faster than it already does

tick tock..tick tock

its still a mystery.. you see

if there wasnt my skin would we all look like aliens?

If there wasn't yours would we all be jail?

Tick tock tick tock.

Its not over it has only just begun

We battle every day this war will never be won  

we are.. born into a generation that carries on this strange legacy

of discrimination that will Never go away until we all have a say It will remain a mystery.