These Isms

Sun, 05/01/2016 - 14:50 -- AnisahX

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

 

Race-ism hitting the psyche of humans deep

Blocking salvation from the poor, Lost Sheep

False labels because Black men attracted to Becky with that good hair

While his own woman the mule of the world, forced to say a prayer

When our sons Trayvon Tamir are dead at the hand of the ism

And then we have shots giving Black boys autism

It strikes my soul when my skin is a crime so I’m

Forever a criminal forced to do time because I’m

Not aligned with the standard of beauty that is White

I’m Black, I’m Brown, I’m Red, but I’m gon’ be alright

 

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

 

Sex-ism got me under chain lock and key

Lower pay for equal work is inequality

Hakim the wise man but I’m Hakima so why am I denied?

Force my face in the mud and rape me and take my pride

Now I’m dirty and you wonder why I’m prostituting

Even when I’m in college successfully executing

You see me as a thing to conquer, an object to possess

Compress my intelligence and subdue me with pointless sex

I’m the Mother of the Universe not a thing so make me your wife

I’m the Second Self of God so either way I’m gon’ be alright

 

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Darkness seeps through their pores and blots out the light of the sun

 

Material-ism got us heartless chasing paper and booze

Flashy cars and alcohol with some high heel shoes

Sell your daughter to continue your degenerate lifestyle

No wonder a God had to come 9,000 miles

Everyday’s a party so you don’t hear the knock at your door

Who is it? Death and destruction because all of a sudden you find that the galore

Is really emptiness because you’re not living for a cause

Sold your soul to live the high life now you’re in the shark’s jaws

But sense is breaking through, it’s not too late to advance to the light

Born in sin and shaped in iniquity but we gon’ be alright

 

These isms plague the earth and make me wish they were gone

Now God is here forcing us to see the bright light of His Son

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
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