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Hate Begets Hate


Hate begets hate, But truth is all that it takes, It all depends on what you stand for and the choices you make, And one woman’s story proves you can always escape, She listened as Leather boots stomped on bloody cobblestone streets, And saw Terrified Jews with bodies that were so sickly and weak that they reeked, It was a fatal game of hide and seek with Gestapo police armed to the teeth, Because in November of 38’ the Fuhrer’s army came in the night like a thief, Hitler’s actions were right is what she had to believe, Or shed be whipped and shipped by MP40 triggers to put her on a permanent leave, And she remembers the screams, as the Nazis schemed to have their once proud nation redeemed, People were taken from their homes and branded and stamped, As Germany began to expand its land and its piece of the map, It all started when Hitler made his move and Poland was attacked, And Nazi SS officers sent Jews to concentration camps were they were given gas in their lungs and k98 slugs to the back, Adolf promised to save the nation but what was the cost? What good is a Third Reich if 60 million people are lost? Would you stand on a throne where your enemy’s bones and bodies were tossed? And look up in the sky and see the trail of blitzkrieg’s warplanes exhaust, As Germany’s enemies were cleansed by a shower of V2 rockets and bombs, And wives screamed for their husbands and children screamed for their moms, When the tides of war changed she began to wonder if the Russians would rape her to death, So she went from wanting to be a be a young girl to firing Panzershreks, she became a strong German and poked out her chest, Strapped on her Hitler youth vest, with no regrets, Ready to respond and drop bombs at the Fuhrers request, Hate begets hate, But truth is all that it takes, And she saw all the snakes, And took control of her fate The fascists believed that difference was equivalent to pollution, So they went from persecution to shooting to the solution of genocide and mass executions, Everyone was drafted to the army teenagers 16 and over included, And they felt no shame and pain because they was trained by propaganda and corrupt institutions, But it wasn’t her fault; the girl was taught that hate was the truth, She was indoctrinated in the group known as Hitler’s youth, As a recruit that was taught to shoot if her country gave her excuse, She was a Nazi by day and human by night, But to her it was alright because she was indoctrinated to fight, She was programmed to be a tough German, To exterminate vermin, and though her parents disapproved she was determined, her first priority was going to war and her last was returning, as time passed and she witnessed innocent people being fed to the dogs, she began to question whether the so called enemies were even bad at all when the war ended she escaped the warmongers brainwash, And began to move forward with all of her chains off, She moved to America and started anew, And she still faced hatred but she had the weapon of truth, As a matter of fact her husband was black, and she stands despite the racist attacks, she is harassed and her house marked with a swastika, but she stands because of the dark past she rememebers, Hate begets hate But truth is all that it takes, And though they will still discriminate, Remember her example and you can change your fate.
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My name is Simeon Carson and I am 20 years old. I was born in Harbor City, California and received the majority of my upbringing in Compton, California. I graduated from Dominguez High School in June of 2011. My role models are Huey P. Newton, 2pac Shakur and Malcolm X. Since my adolescence, I have been fascinated with the English language and wordplay. Since words were and still are my forte' I've spent countless hours studying the dictionary and literature beyond school. At the age of 8, I was regarded as prodigy because of the advanced English skills I had developed. I had honed and refined my skills near perfection, but I was not satisfied; I decided to find a creative outlet to showcase my talents so I took up poetry as a hobby. Year after year I gradually improved until I had become a prominent poet in my neighborhood. Growing up in the Compton, which was known for various rappers such as N.W.A. and Ice Cube, I was exposed to the urban hip-hop culture and I also took up rapping as a hobby. When I reached the high school level I had decided I wanted to be a lawyer and eventually a politician. I always had a passion to lead so I became involved in organizations such as the Black Student Union and Associated Student Body in High School. After a year of dedicated service to both organizations, I was elected Senior Class Vice President and the Black Student Union President. The B.S.U. encouraged me to study history and analyze my surroundings. As a result I developed a radical critical consciousness. It became evident in my poetry that I was becoming more aware of my surroundings. I took notice of how modern hip hop pollutes the mind of the youth and I stopped rapping completely and focused on my poetry.After meeting the urban spoken word artist Food4Thot I decided wanted to combine hip hop and poetry so I became a spoken word artist as well. As of September 2012, I have served as the resident poet for 90.7 fm's Tuesday night political talk show, Beautiful Struggle. I have also made appearances on New Era Radio and as a teacher for the Occupy LA movement, I love poetry and hip hop equally, so I decided to use my talents to educate the misguided youth of my generation. The subject matter of my poetry now reflects serious political and world issues such as racism, child molestation, capital punishment and a majority of other controversial issues. There is nothing more satisfying to me than being able to do what I love and help people at the same time. I rhyme for the people.

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