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Democracy? An illusion Freedom? A delusion How are we supposed to feel with Isis's intrusion? We're stuck in bad habit while they're organizing their cabinet.
Another child. Another friend. Another son. Another daughter. Another neighbor. Another cousin. Another mother. Another father. Another lover. Another classmate.
It is the color of my skin and the texture of my hair, which makes people create assumptions that are not are not there.
we are under the comfort that blooming flowers are bright that they shine like stars in a glistening night-- that they are good and small, like a beacon of light-- but we can't tell what's a flower
I'm afraid to raise sons in this world.Black men who will be profiled and targeted from my womb,
Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner Who's next? Me?
You captured kings and warriors and now our bloodline fights back You underestimated the mystery and power behind those of us who are black You saw our strength and resilience and said “They’ll be fine to do our work”
We want to see these black boys fly Cops rather see these black boys die Unarmed, non voilent, minding theirs