Slighted

Slighted We are a proud people Years progressed from the hardest of times History glorified, often fragmented, celebrated, but not allocated true recognition. Made infamous for ignorance lacking the embodiment of a true essence Hardships fought by ancestors but we would rather let society sequester Education and advancement Too enthralled with garments and dance instead of loving each other for intelligence, relevant viewpoints, or political stances. Seemingly crippled by unavoidable violence As another teen falls your senses are blinded by sirens. Do you hear that? The gunshots, the poverty, the rubbish they dare call music Senses abused and misused as I am mortified by the scarcity of faith and hope. Consumed by small-mindedness They either ball, rap, or move that dope. Only a fool would ever idolize these jesters. I am insulted. Loathing the eyes which portray this view: All aforementioned specimens look just like you and I. The voices that dare aspire to inspire are to faint and oft times unheard. Unanimity and acumen needn’t be dreams deferred.