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Krystilla Cha Poem
Man whose that chick over there repping blue
thinking she can come up here and mess with my man.
Don't she know who she's messing with?
i got to show her wassup.
Can't come up in my territory
thinking she owns this place.
Who she think she is?
BANG!
Such violence rises
BANG!
Gosh that chick over there
look like she want to start something.
Need to call up the boys.
She don't know who she's messing with
and what she's about to get herself into.
Do she know who I am?
BANG!
As these gangs and violence mix like water and oil,
full confrontation blend and war is reborn.
This division of color
leaves them blind to see what is really there.
To see who is really there.
More people die everyday
because one person chooses to allow that effect,
chooses to allow that resentment,
chooses to allow that hatred.
Red tears fill the ocean young souls swim in
just because, YOU claim another color.
May 19, 2007. I was murdered on the front steps
of my door. My little brother still remembers
the day i fell on my back.
May 30, 2007. I was murdered at my niece's birthday
party at the park because THEY thought that
I shot HER.
My last visual was seeing her blow our her candles
and making a wish.
June 1, 2007. I sit here in this room.
Between two cousins, two lifeless bodies.
One shot at home, the other shot at the park.
Such lust for regret represses
Damn US.
Copyright © Krystilla Cha | Year Posted 2008
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Krystilla Cha Poem
As i spit, the fire blazes off of my tongue, burns this love of anger inside of me
the sunny warmth of this heart seeks out what bestows me
and i continue to depict life in a red hue
so as i walk down the streets, red chucks on my feet and a red jansport backpack, i see
these kids on smack
and im thinking, damn, all high on the mainstream of life that such bitterness has
constrained them. That's not where i want to be
but as i continue to walk along this side of the sidewalk, the redness in these curtains
bleed and convey me, control me, compel me, intimidate me
And now I am lost. Absorbed into the brightest of red.
I represent RED.
So as I enter the doorsteps of this home,
the blue skies fade away,
and turn this dullness into gray.
As I take the first step through the door,
broken dishes scatter alongside every broken tint
of blue that rushes out of the tub,
palms raise and screams ring throughout my eardrums.
Such fate of tears I cannot unwind.
I leave.
Take the shelter on this side of the sidewalk underneath the ocean sky
along with my family built by society.
We must hold strong together,
we must defend each other when in need and through struggles.
Bring forth the blue of the day.
I represent BLUE.
They walk along the lines.
I must walk in the middle.
They are bright with emotions.
I must dim myself out of respect.
In the royal purple chambers of loyalty
i sit in the middle of the road
not to disclaim their obstruction,
but to prevent it for change.
To seek out greater intelligence
and proclaim that life does not end
just because of society.
The consistence of this eager swells
Copyright © Krystilla Cha | Year Posted 2008
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