Blm Poems - Poems about Blm

He reflected on the life he had lived Staring out the window watching his kids with his grandkids They were his greatest gifts He also felt this quiet melancholy of putting them in a position To survive In a world filled with racists He hoped they would outlive him He hoped he would end up in a casket...

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A circus act A puppet A clown When you think of these you think of a Performance Or even entertainment You think of Comedy You think of Jokes You think of Laughter So what happens When you become the butt of the joke Where they are not laughing with you But at you Not because you're funny But because of what's being done to you Oh you don't know Well...

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Would it be safer to be born as a white person In a world that worships them What would it take for the world to accept black When we have always been treated as less than What would the world look like if we chose peace Where our hands connect in the name of justice But you don't want...

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Why we stopped explaining racism to you Because even if it Slapped you in the face You'd still claim it doesn't exist So why would we spend our existence Pandering to your ignorance I mean we have better things to do like ending racism The same racism you claim doesn't exist Even though you've had the privilege Of never experiencing it Ain't that ironic Telling...

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If our hair was on trial And it was called to testify And tell the truth Of what the world put it through It tells the stories Of all the hairstyles That it was It starts with when it was cornrows It takes the jury back to the fields Where the blistering heat Sucked the life out of it But it tells us a secret Kept hidden...

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The after What happens after? When what was loud is now silent Where a place once filled with cameras go unnoticed What once made history is now forgotten Later On TV they'll be a recap The story will go They'll manipulate the situation Bonus if its told by a republican They'll say The police were peaceful, we'll be labelled as criminals I guess it's...

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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'...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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