Best Blm Poems
Walk with me,
Don't...SHOOT,
cuz I don't wanna die young,
I wanna grow old and have
a daughter or a son, or maybe both,
to live a full life is my hope,
but the bullets in your gun
are a noose around my throat.
Don't....SHOOT,
I promise you I wanna LIVE,
I wanna show the world everything I have to give
and it's a lot, and yea I might smoke a little pot,
but so did Bill Clinton and HE didn't get shot.
Don't....SHOOT,
I got plans for my future,
that don't include a cop saying
stop and let me shoot ya
Don't....SHOOT,
my hands are clearly in the air
I start school next week and I just wanna
make it there.
But you..... SHOT,
and let me die in the streets,
now my people want answers
NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE!
Isn't it funny that we think in colour but,
When it's racial we ’don’t see colour’ and,
When it suits you, you ’don’t see colour’ but,
When we need a job you can see colour?
It's very funny that this world is colourful.
What would happen if we all were colour-blind?
No more barriers, no more coloured mind?
I think one thing we’d all come to find, is life is easier when we’re all colour blind.
So quick with the, ’I'm not racist’,
Putting effort in all the wrong places,
This country’s meant to be colour-blind,
But the truth is you’ve all got a coloured mind.
Keep screaming ’SHUKRI ABDI!’, thank God at least it's not me.
Black power, stand strong, one force.
B.L.M, one view, one cause.
Breonna Taylor, knock knock, quick check.
A George Floyd with your knee on our neck.
But it’s cool coz you’ve all got a coloured mind.
Just waiting for the day you’ll be colour-blind.
#BLM
So black lives matter now we say
their worth now seen anew
While ages past we saw the day
we recognized so few.
But white lives matter too they said
and brown and yellow too
Yet centuries of hidden bled
‘neith toes of masters’ shoes
Enslavement built our country strong
in goods and crops and funds
A wealthy nation moved along
on backs of murdered sons.
We benefitted, all us here
no matter when arrived
The trials, the deaths of lives held dear,
paid forth while some survived.
To teach, to know our history past
to claim what we have done
to own the wrongs we’ve amassed
and could never be undone
In knowledge learned we find our quest
to right the wrongs we’ve made
To drop our shields, our acts confessed
True history now conveyed,
Now streets so loud, with anger, fear,
drums beat resounding clatter
How long ‘till we erupt in cheers
that every black life matters.
Isn't it funny that we think in colour but,
When it's racial we ’don’t see colour’ and,
When it suits you, you ’don’t see colour’ but,
When we need a job you can see colour?
It's very funny that this world is colourful.
What would happen if we all were colour-blind?
No more barriers, no more coloured mind?
I think one thing we’d all come to find, is life is easier when we’re all colour blind.
So quick with the, ’I'm not racist’,
Putting effort in all the wrong places,
This country’s meant to be colour-blind,
But the truth is you’ve all got a coloured mind.
Keep screaming ’SHUKRI ABDI!’, thank God at least it's not me.
Black power, stand strong, one force.
B.L.M, one view, one cause.
Breonna Taylor, knock knock, quick check.
A George Floyd with your knee on our neck.
But it’s cool coz you’ve all got a coloured mind.
Just waiting for the day you’ll be colour-blind.
#BLM
We hold these truths to be self evident that all humans are not created equal,
Some have been created with more
while some have been created with less
Some are rewarded in life while some are barred from success,
We hold these truths to be self evident that all lives matter although some matter less.
We are all entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,
Unless it is determined by majority decision that you are not,
The pursuit of happiness is for all
until the powers that be decide that rules do not apply to everyone,
Yet those rules will apply to everyone in accordance to how they react to the sun.
Life is only fair if you are fair
In all fairness you will fair less if you lack fairness,
So great is the sin to lack fairness of skin
That all rules must be laid by
By show of darkness
You must be prepared to accept less
So be it known that only some were created in the image of God.
And you know who you are
after all why would God create your defective bod?
We hold these truths to be self evident
In God we trust.
The Party played 'Pin the Tale on the Donkey'
That's how they came up with a senile honkey
Reprinted with permission from
'Ten Greatest Political Poems Ever'
MY HEART SINKS, MY EYES WEEP
MY BRAIN EXPLODES, I CAN’T SLEEP
I DON’T UNDERSTAND, I NEVER WILL
A SWEET CHILD WHY DO THE COPS KILL?
CHILDREN WITH CHOCOLATE COLOURED SKIN
HARDLY ALLOWED LET THEIR LIVES BEGIN
INNOCENT UNARMED SIXTEEN AND UNDER
SOMETIMES COPS CALL IT A BLUNDER
JUST A MISTAKE THEY ARE HEARD TO SAY
CHILDREN BEATEN OR SHOT TO DEATH IN USA
THEN CHILDREN LIKE ADERRIEN 11 YEARS OLD
HE LIVED THEN TO HAVE HIS STORY TOLD
LUNGS, RIBS AND LIVER INJURED, AS POLICE SHOT,
A REASON OFFERED BY POLICE THERE WAS NOT
I RESEARCHED WELL, AND FOUND NOT ONE CASE
OF COPS IN USA INJURING A CHILD OF CAUCASION RACE
I FEAR FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GRAND SONS OVER THERE
WITH THEIR BEAUTIFUL DARK SKIN AND CURLY HAIR
I PRAY THEY WILL BE SAFE AND THINGS WILL CHANGE
BECAUSE HATRED OF BLACK SKIN TO ME IS SO STRANGE
THERE ARE AT LEAST 24 KIDS ALL UNDER SIXTEEN YEARS
WHO WOULD BE ALIVE TODAY IF NOT FOR RACIAL FEARS
UNARMED AND INNOCENT, BEATEN OR SHOT , BY A COP
A BOY PUT IN A BURNING BUILDING, THIS MUST STOP.
AFRICAN AMERICAN KIDS FROM 2023 GOING BACK 20 YEARS
THESE ARE THE DEAR ONES THAT DIED AS WE ALL SHED TEARS
BRETT 15 YEARS OLD FANTA 8 YEARS OLD
LA’MELLO 3 MONTHS OLD ANGELO 16 YEARS OLD
DAMON 15 YEARS OLD JORDAN 15 YEARS OLD
TAMIR 12 YEARS OLD CAMERON 14 YEARS OLD
KIMANI 16 YEARS OLD DAKOTA 15 YEARS OLD
BOBBY 15 YEARS OLD JAMES 16 YEARS OLD
AIYANA 7 YEARS OLD LEONA 16 YEARS OLD
KIWANE 15 YEARS OLD YVETTE 15 YEARS OLD
ROBERT 16 YEARS OLD DEAUNTA 12 YEARS OLD
ELLIS 13 YEARS OLD VINCENT 16 YEARS OLD
MARTIN 14 YEARS OLD D’KOY 14 YEARS OLD
MICHAEL 12 YEARS OLD DEJEURN 13 YEARS OLD
THERE IS NOTHING MORE PRECIOUS THAN A CHILD.
TO THINK OF THESE SWEET ONES MAKES ME SO WILD
WHAT THE HELL IS THE DIFFERENCE BLACK OR WHITE?
WHEN ARE COPS GOING TO START THINKING RIGHT?
OK I HAD MY SAY. BLM EVERY DAY!
If I can't breathe, I cannot speak
A heart-arresting body check,
then pavement splits apart my cheek
and there's a knee pressed on my neck
You mock me in my silence but
if I can't breathe, I cannot speak,
or I'd unlock the mouth you shut
and shout until my voice was weak
Oppression is a vile antique,
though you deny it, you well know
if I can't breathe, I cannot speak,
so, quiet is the status quo
Your choices have inflamed the crowd
Their voices swell as protests peak
They chant my name and yell out loud -
"If I can't breathe, I cannot speak"!
Black Lives Matter is a statement of love not statement of hate
So, please erase the confusion from your face
But they can't hear because they're too busy spraying mace in my face
They keep yelling: s who needs them, nigga please, black boy black girl you don't belong
Today I read murder s on a random wall
Someone tried to spray paint over it, but the hate was still legible
They try to sweep racism under the rug, but the people living in that house still keep the hate at their side at all times
Taking lives at all times, so much so it has become a full-time job, and they love overtime
Humans are not animals but sometimes I wish black people had 9 lives like a cat
Then maybe one of those we could live out who we were meant to be
Or maybe we could be a dog, you heard the cops call us treats,
Right?
Justice where has it gone, people will say it's just the times
But now it's 2020 and Justice is more like just them all the time
It's not fair, it's not right, it's not love, and to everyone who gets hurt standing up for the air being sucked out of our bodies continue to stay ten toes down
Because we is a selfish term in America
Freedom is a selective term in America
The grey line takes up most of the space in America
Right is looked at as wrong in America, and some still choose to ignore the true colors of America
Red is my blood stolen from the boys in blue, that sadly can be defined as a white American most of the time
The red should really symbolize the fire raging from this hell on earth
That makes the world blue, well some of us
White culture eating white cake from the recipes of slaves
Wanting to experience different things
Wanting to participate in our lifestyle
Stealing traditions
Without the ritualistic red dot constantly pointed at their back
But when a black person wants more for themselves, they have to start with a wall against their back
While carrying the cross their ancestors hung from
While trying to make change, positive change should not be as hard as looking for a dropped charge
Awareness and action is the key, but there are many doors to unlock until Justice can start to have the appearance of a just world
We can be more, we can do better, when we start to believe that no one is better
We are all equals, this is not algebra its addition
love + human=unity not hate, it's simple
p.s. I'm still praying...
If you find my lifeless body hanging from a tree,
Know that I have too much to live for,
I am not a fruit that easily grows on trees,
Yet too many trees have fruit that looks like me,
and too many Mamas sobbing hard on their knees,
Knowing that their baby had so much to live for,
Jemima is not my aunt,
Ben is not my uncle,
If you are too busy fighting to keep your belly full
That you have no time to fight to keep my lungs full
I have to let you go
because I have too much to live for,
There is nothing about my blackness that I need to hide,
So you best believe if I’m hanging it was not suicide,
So hear what I’m saying
cause I say it with pride
I have too much to live for.
The moment the clip rolled—-
cold rain of adrenaline hassled
down my spine and narrow nerves.
In Gorge Floyd I froze—compressed,
suppressed into miniature casket—-
“I can’t breathe”—the resonance of this
mighty fight of tints and taints against
the ground, as a knee slices through
my throat—he kneels, in order of State
Sacrifice—one more scape goat will
do today, or perhaps, a black sheeple.
Dusk dawned on my noon—I supped on
salt dust—crippled on plaintive waterfall—
my soul hung on cobweb; sling falling
in the abyss of my subdued skull.
I glowered numb—-coalesced and
collapsed into myself—escapism
escaped me; so I sank deeper
into the ocean of Existential Hate
that tends to skin me alive—putting
an embargo on my ration of breath
as I gatecrash my public obituary—
facing fire-spits from bazooka mouth
bullies—gobbling acrid bullet tablets
to cure my genetic skin decease;
is to hang on a hangman’s guillotine;
on trumped up etiquettes—-the
'gravesands' on my shallow grave
hold bound my frail spirit to eternal,
age-long ransom and foster-slavery.
I see a cluster of stars—MLK, Dialo,
Arbery, Michael Brown, Eric Garner,
Breonna—the more I look, more I see;
clad in old-gold brown, tainted in
clots of maroon ink, from ‘hole’ of
hell, jungle of death—aimed and shot
at—the grand prize for Human Hunt;
point at and kill, the fattest lambs
to entice thirsty gods—mixture
of blood splotches and 'donkeysweat',
trickles of teardrops irrigate the land
with infestation. Oh! Mother Africa!
Are we the lambs for cutthroat ritualists?
Good morning
Hood morning
Never a good morning in the hood but let's discuss the mourning.
Im talking tear shed cross on a sidestreet, oh he knows
Black boy knows
Black boy morns
Black boy says good morning to his mommy before he leaves for school
Black boy walks, walking dead
Black boy freeze
Black boy hands up
Black boy stop resisting, unarmed black boy
Knee on the neck of the community
Mama cryin black boy, begging please black boy
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I Cant breathe
Good morning america
Hood morning america
DO YOU HEAR US NOW AMERICA
Sing the song black boy
Let fire reign from your voice black boy
Burn the path for the next black boy
Good morning.NOTHINGS CHANGED.
And now we walk together while holding each other's hands.
Back then, our unity remained undiscovered.
Although you had other plans,
that you pushed through while you suffered.
You marched ahead for rights that were left behind.
Making sure the next generations wouldn't have to
It earned you a Nobel Peace Prize, one of your greatest finds.
And lead you to realise, that your community grew.
You made a difference like none before.
You were considered 'great'.
Until your head hit the floor,
in 1968.
Do not speak to me of freedoms lost
Until you have watched
A mother drop to her knees
And scream so loud
it comes out silent
And it is deafening
Because even though there is no breath
Left in her to carry the sound
Everything decibel of her grief
wraps itself around your throat
as you try desperately to remain serene
Knowing after that door is closed
Your news delivered
She will stare into a dark closet for hours
Wishing she could protect her baby
from the monsters out here as easily as the ones in there.
Inauguration
I witnessed the brightest star born into a firmament of hope and love. Writing and speaking truth from above. A new future for her country and the children who aspire to extinguish the destructive fire of deceiver and liar. So now bow to the truth of this wonderful woman.. @amandascgorman She who is mentoring and entering the syllabus that teaches all of us how to live with hope and trust. For hear these precious words.. we must.
Jinjagoliath
20th January 2021