Roots

I Am From Roots Behind Roots 

My Roots Came From Roots 

And These Roots Lived A Life 

We're They Were Lynched , Beaten & Bruised

These Are My Roots . . .

 

I Have Sisters Whose Roots Are Behind Roots

Some Roots Aren't Known About

Some Roots Suffered Just As Mine

Some Roots Were Taken Away Withing 

Some Roots Are Unbearable

And Some Roots Are Hard To Explain . . .

 

Our Roots Combined Make A Unit

We Are Diverse

Regardless Of Our " Fight "

Regardless Of Crimes Amongst Each Other

Regardless Of The Ism That Are Suppose To Classify Us . . .

These Are The Roots That Make Us Seem Seperate But Shed The Same Blood 

 

The World I Dream Of 

The World That I Hope Have Some Strength

The World That I Believe Have Some Power

The World We Define As Ours . . .

 

We Have The Ability And The Intelligence

The Mind Is A Beatiful Thing

We Must Fight For The Ism That Classify Us 

We Must Fight For What We Believe In 

We Must Fight For The People Who Doesn't Have A Mouth

We Must Fight For The Wrongs That We Believe In 

We Must Fight For . . . The Undefined . The Unbearable

 

The People Who Fought For Us To Make Us This Strong 

Malala Who Wanted An Education

Alica Walker , To Tell The Story Of African Americans

Jeannette Rankin , To Give Women The Right To Vote

Angela Davis , A Writer Who Advocates For The Oppressed

 

My Roots

My Sister Roots 

Our Roots 

Faced And Fought For Us

For Us To Become A Whole

For Their Blood To Run In Our Veins , Just Like Theirs

But To Fight A Different Fight

To Fight For A Different Freedom

To Fight Just Like They DId

 

These Are The Roots 

The Roots That Defne Us 

The Roots That Shed The Same Blood

The Roots That Came From A Women Fight 

The Roots That Make The Opposite Sex Kneel

The Roots That Make A Lion Screem

The Roots That Make A Bird Chirp

The Roots That Make A Monkey Think

The Roots That  Make A Panda Climb

 

I Can't Tell Everyone Story , But Everyone One Roots Has A Story . . . And Its Our Time To Make The Roots Grow. So Our Continous " Fight " , Eventually Won't Have A Fight . 

 

These Are The Roots

These Are Our Roots 

These Are My Sisters Roots

These Are The Roots That Want Us To Continue For What We Believe In 

These Are The Roots . . .

This poem is about: 
Our world

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