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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Self -Censorship, 2011 Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez Shut up Stop, just shut up I am asking you to shut up SHUT THE HECK UP Not again, how many time before you stop Don’t give that look; as if you don’t understand Left, right, back, forward Constant persecution, non stop Cállate Para, solo cállate Te estoy pidiendo que te calles Cállate MALDITA SEAS, QUE TE CALLES Nonstop today, tomorrow and yesterday Yesterday, denied basic amenities Tomorrow, waiting for the new oppression Today, constant denial by you and those like you Yours, the color of your skin Number one weapon Forgetting we are all made after HIS image Modernization, lynching without whips Shield, the color of your skin Guilty, the color of my skin Let’s not forget the ascent Shut up Stop, just shut up I am asking you to shut up SHUT THE HECK UP Yesterday, there she was Tumor the size of a banana Guilty, the color of her skin Her language Health care denied, hiding behind her low resources Today, can’t help but wonder How do you sleep at night? Tomorrow, would you strike? Take a holiday?! Celebrate one more day of oppression Yours, the color of your skin Mine, the color of my skin Reasons for your hate Misunderstanding Hiding the truth for your constant persecution Cállate Para, solo cállate Te estoy pidiendo que te calles Cállate MALDITA SEAS, QUE TE CALLES Tug of war You against me Lies cannot decipher, yours Hope, a fool’s wealth; theirs There they lay, bodies Pointing the white fingers, accused Never mind how we got to this Years, decades of the white man’s supremacy Constant fear; thought of losing Mended empire hidden behind stories Constant fear; thought of losing Power Control HE paid for you and I to be forgiven, believe What is there to forgive? Forget Design after HIS image, your skin Synonymous to hate Not what he had in mind Yet, scriptures you spit as you strangle every reason for my living Guilty, the color of my skin Don’t forget my ascent Shut up Stop, just shut up I am asking you to shut up SHUT THE HECK UP Cállate Para, solo cállate Te estoy pidiendo que te calles Cállate MALDITA SEAS, QUE TE CALLES Wait, hold on Here, take it Don’t worry What?! If I give you consent is not the same, the rage against my skin Come on, grab it Forget the new age, ways Let’s go back to the cold blooded actions, the whip making contact with the dark skin Not televised, yet a well known factor Quite
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