Pretty Words

That sounds pretty?

No Mr.President,

I don’t want it to sound pretty

 

I want it to rock you to your core

make you feel things you have never felt before

I want you to feel like I have shot you

Then revived you with my words.

 

Don’t silence me with your lyrics

and bury me with your roses

I want you to bite me,

wholeheartedly

And devour my message like you are

dying of starvation.

 

I want to infect you

disease you

seize you

from the inside out

 

Crack your head

Whisk you till your fed

Overeasy overseas

By your command their led

Like butter and bread

 

Let my words linger in your mind

when you find that you are blind to the

Blacks and the blues

The blues and reds

Blacks and the whites

And the of rainbow bloodshed.

 

Slap-prints smeared on a patriotic wall

O’say can you see you saw nothing at all

 

I want you to see your world the way it is

Mock those who pass by that shadow on the street with a cardboard sign

and forget he is a person

 

We are people.

 

Don't classify me-

Hippie or hipster

Bad things I have done

All of them which I never yielded a gun.

 

Now as I lay you down to sleep

I pray the Lord your soul to keep

Awake so you can hear your bullets reap

 

And I don't want it to sound pretty

I don't want it to sound cute

 

I want you to change something

that's what I want you to do.

  

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world
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