a slap on the wrist
unaccountable justice?
Acosta Epstein...
countless of women are pissed
a signed sketch denied's been seen
She got to wake up the next day
He didn't.
She got to live her life
He didn't.
She got to have her own family
He didn't
She lied
He didn't.
She admitted to the lie -
No repercussions
He was a black boy -
He got murdered
Carolyn Bryant,
A murderer
Emmett Till,
A victim
The courts awarded her due diligence
His family fled in fear, that it'd be repeated
Leaving their home, scared they'd be targeted
Their home a ghost to a child evicted
A system built to allow racism
A black boy stands in front of a mirror
Practicing how to address an officer
"Yes officer"
I promise I'm good
I won't cause no trouble just because I'm from the hood
I won't make a noise
I won't make a sound
I'll make sure to leave the hood of my hoodie down
No frown on my face
You dont need to tell me I already know my place
You dont need to remind me of my race
"Yes officer"
I am in school
I also have a future I'm looking forward to
No I don't sell drugs
I'm just playing football
And yes I live in this neighbourhood
Black people can be rich too
"Yes officer"
My father is around
Never been to prison but is the mayor of this town
As for my mother she is a lawyer and that makes me proud
We aren't on food stamps
In fact we are the type of people to give back
And yes we can afford to do that
"Yes officer"
I'm black
But that doesn't give you the right to attack
Dedicated to George Stinney Jr
The mind of a child
Is one supposed to be filled with innocence
But his was clouded with fear
Barely out of the womb
And already he would be buried in a tomb
He barely had time to start life
Barely had time to love and be loved
He barely had time to be a son
He would make history
Just not how he would've imagined
He would become the youngest person on death row
Youngest person to be executed on death row
A black boy who never got to be a boy
His last thoughts were a prayer
To be saved, to be seen, to be given a chance
'Are you there God, its me george'
Unfortunately God's grace doesn't extend to his black 'children'
Unfortunately his life was cut short
Unfortunately he wouldn't get to grow old
Apparently he wasn't deemed worthy enough for 'God's love'
Justice was never served
Even after 81 years
I remember staying quiet
hiding under a rock
a paralyzing fear
~ literally petrified ~
I'd lost my tongue
in shock at the injustice
my head spinning
in a whirlwind of confusion
It never occurred to me
that someone could be
found guilty and punished
for something I had done
And still I sat there numb
in my evergrowing shame
to this day guilty and unforgiven
~ I was old enough to know better
AP: 3rd place 2025
IN REALITY OF THE DREAM
All living in peace;
All injustice uprooted:
Justice’s mountain topped:-
Disposable.
Just like the bodies scattered
As unimportant as the soldiers blood splattered
A black man stands watching violence unfold
Not to the enemy
But those who fought close
Those your supposed to trust
Comrades
Yet somehow
The black man
Is on the receiving side of the bullets
Not by the opposition
But by those claiming to be on the same team
With words that sting
He fought for his country
And as a reward
He is erased by history
He became an unknown soldier
Whitewashed because of colour
Seen as another sacrifice 'for the greater good'
Yet deprived of herohood
A man who once had a name
Now demoted to a nameless face
The question is will we ever know
The story of this unsung hero
Will his name forever be buried in the trenches of history
Hidden beneath the blood Soaked sludge
Drowned out by the white man's scream
Forever silenced by the songs of white history
Now an invisible grave of black memory
Under appreciated by a system so weak
It used black strength as a weapon and shield
OF US AND DISMANTLED JUSTICE
Equality smashed!
Slammed down by the new,
Unjust sledgehammering laws:
Scales of justice ripped away
And thrown in the junkyard:-
Time to reconstruct:
It’s human nature’s springtime;
Let’s rebuild justice:-
Yes, it’s reconstruction time,
Let’s get to rebuilding:-
With divine guidance,
Let us tear down injustice
With tools of repair:
True justice reconstructed;
Thus, making this country great:-
My friends, you are indispensable to the completion of their suffering.
Neither the sheep nor the crow,
or the heirs of official sin, cousins of the murderers,
trapped by their incandescent un-virtue, reeking of disaster.
You are, my friends, the voice of reason, of morality
the heirs of civility, of nobility, of humanity,
Heed your calling and stand, raise your voice
on the devastated land, and cry for justice.
Palestine will be free,
Free from the smug of genocide deniers,
Free from the yoke of repression,
Free from the chains of mass starvation,
Free from the unrelenting bombs, and sniper fires
that kill children at food lines, without mercy, without any remorse.
You are my friends, the voice of consciousness of an entire generation.
Silence is not an option, silence is complicity, a badge of dishonor
Weighing heavily with crushing implications.
Stand and release the quantum energy of liberation in the words, and tears in your eyes --
that speak truth to power and empathy to the heart,
Palestine will be free.
You smell like sweet roses,
But I've smelled the sweat of the weak.
My sight is as keen as an eagle's eyes;
I see the chains, rusted from years of injustice, binding the meek.
Segregation tried to tear us apart;
Tried to break our spirits, but we stood unbroken.
Like Carlotta Walls, I keep my head held high,
Disregarding the lies.
Even when the ground is unstable,
I feel the weight of all the cries,
But still, my will is unshakable.
Racism tried to steal our pride;
It tried to silence our voices,
But the roar in my protests shakes the sky.
Is it pain that makes you shy?
We taste the bitter ash of sorrow,
Long, hard fights.
I hear the whispers of a dream—
Thunder-loud, like the King's words shaking the nights.
The statues speak, but they are silent.
They don’t tell the battles we’ve fought,
The struggles we’ve survived.
Segregation tried to tear us apart;
It tried to divide us, but we remain unbroken.
Yet here we are, stronger than before.
Like the Proclamation’s call, we break the chains;
The day will rise — not just with light, but with our truth.
I walked away not free from snags
caused by those in authority,
but to be free from cruelty
to save my spirit against evilness
And injustice in power's grip
Tied up by abusive six sprawling
division in command,
footsteps no trace, only an echo
weeping soul in the dusk!
Harsh words
dug deeper into my soul—
sickening insults
to my inner self—
a burden carried
within the shadowed kingdom.
So I just walked away,
to protect what is left in me:
my spirit,
which no man can ban
from entering
the paradise of sovereignty.
Walked away for peace!
OF TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
We’ve encountered worse,
and have always overcome:
Likewise, with today’s:-
ROCK HARD POLITICAL DEFECATION
Making the nation
great again, he defecates
laws of injustice:-
Stinky flowing unjust laws:
Stooled igneous tyranny:-
they sit him down like a tired old man
in that throne of leather and iron—
old sparky, they called it,
like it was some friendly dog.
they strap the wrists, ankles, chest,
tight enough to stop god himself—
one last insult to liberty.
the sponge is wet, because dry
means fire, and lawsuits.
the mask goes on—black as every sin,
but it’s the switch they love.
fingers twitch, a nod from a judge
who’s eaten too much for lunch.
then—crack.
a snap of light no eye can see.
his body lifts like a puppet on strings
jerks, clenches, convulses,
the legs slam the frame,
his tongue thick in his mouth.
smoke rises from scalp and thigh—
a scent like roast beef
and shame.
they wait.
they juice him again.
and again,
until he stops pretending to be alive,
smoke wafts from every orfice in her body.
We are the villains in a story they spun
We get the villain arc without being a villain
The storyline of a traumatic childhood
Living under a shadow
Constantly being misunderstood
Having to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good
Without being given credit of saving the world
What they don't tell you is how the hero is the coward
How the real villain was the 'hero' who lied about the villains worth
How they are the scum of the earth
How they are the devil's curse
How no matter how hard they try they will always be seen by the hero's words
Plot twist
This happens in the real world
This is a story well known
Where the villains were always good
And the heroes were egotistical jerks
Through their spiteful words
Masked by an image of fraudulent perfection
The 'villains' were the innocent black people
The 'heroes' were the vindictive oppressors
Who dictated the world through their racism
Their empire built of hatred
Their status crafted through their strategic lies
The propaganda of their campaign for superiority
Is everywhere can't you see
Stop being blinded by your ignorance and open up your eyes
Related Poems