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Bleed


We bled For him, For her But never for you For I Never for yourself For myself Why must I die Is my life My existence My being That insignificant When Iam To be limited to Twenty five years of life Does my creativity My intellect My ideas Our ideas Equate to this pool This vacuum Of nothingness Why is it that I have That you have That we all have been Written off as the Second class citizens of This world This nation Of which we built With our very own hands Our ideas Our creativity And innate abilities, talents That have been regarded As the subsidies of our souls Is it because we Bled for the wrong people For the wrong reasons A people of Heart, love, and peace Transended that love and peace To the oppressors And over the years Exchanged such a life for Hate and violence Amongst those who Need the love Why I ask Why did we bleed Were we too blind, To see such truths In the pit of their lies Were we afraid Of the power our unity Once possessed Why bleed Why allow such riches To be stripped from you Infront of your very eyes Why help your enemies Rid you of The very power Your unity possessed The greatest power In numbers Yet we stayed Physically suppressed For 400 years And mentally slaves Currently Why have we bled And why do we Continue to bleed For the wrong people For the wrong reasons Come together Rise above the occasion Above your oppressor Above your current masters Above those who have Already wrote you off As ignorant, worthless beasts Before you can even open Your mouths to speak Your eyes to see And your ears to listen Take the leap of faith In yourself In your people Become the masters Of your fate The captains of Your very own soul Quit bleeding for those Who have yet To shed one drop For you Initially our circumstance Here was not by Choice of the captive However Now one must leave That victim mentality For the life of Royalty Bleed my people Bleed for one another Bleed for your mother, Your brother Your sister Your cousin Even your fellow neighbors Bleed for the right people The right reasons Bleed Bleed my people Bleed for the revolution
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Daree

Aspiring Poet, Intended Major: Africana Studies, I am a book worm. My favorite book: Mass Incarceration Rates: In The Age of Colorblindness

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