thug

Learn more about other poetry terms

I. The first day I realized   freedom is not free without a cost,   I was thirteen— when we read To Kill a Mockingbird and I could not help but think  
Why as Africa Americans do we become scaredwhen we see those lights flashing red and blue,Why as people of color do we get the darker side of you,assigned to serve and protect but who do we callwhen we need protection from the man in blue.Why does
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist In the eyes of the president, I don’t work for shit In the eyes of the president, I’m a drug user
    I don’t know why people are very mad and sarcastic of the city that we live inI don’t why people are protesting of our neighborhood that we were killed inI don’t know why people want to fight the police officers for what they’ve done or wouldn
    I don’t know why people are very mad and sarcastic of the city that we live inI don’t why people are protesting of our neighborhood that we were killed inI don’t know why people want to fight the police officers for what they’ve done or wouldn
I am the broken silence The one you left behind The cracked brush and dried gel The burned hands The ones who worked for everything the white man and woman were easily given I am the kinky hair
Life is constant reminder That some are cold and few are kinder We only can hope to raise our young In a better world where its all for one But we're judged by the color of our skin
They hear me See me Tell me Read me Stuff that’s given Hasn’t been easy They say they listen  But I’m constantly on repeat Sometimes it’s not worth it I’d rather them tease me
Using paper maché with a wire armature, I created a blooming sunflower able to stand on its roots.
before I was born I was an inconvenient
Locked Inside   “Be you” they tell us, “We will always love you” they said, “Everybody makes mistakes” they tell us, “Our God is a loving God” they said.   But he was not himself,
  The government put the authority in their hands We of African-descent don't stand a chance We need to finally take a stand After all , it could be your sister or brother
In an alternate universe where every little black boy does not resemble Trayvon martin I am not afraid for my nephew  
My auntie she was a thug Oh yes she was A true hero under god She ain't been gone for that long She lived her life by God Yes she did When I said I loved her I knew that she was gone
What is it about the thug down the street.Why do you want him more than the one you once had?
Attitudes, How do they teach me?  Smart remarks, How do they help me? I'm defiant? I just want to learn. Rowdy classes and rude students, do you care? You just pass us 'cause we're here.
Childish Innocence ripped away, it’s now dark outside, yet it is day. “How can they smile, laugh, and play?”, when my childish innocence was just ripped away.   Accidently created, always viewed with disgust,
fucked it all up tried to make it look right I do a lot of bad shit but I still stay polite Noone knows me around the corner down the street in the alley You was only chasin
Subscribe to thug