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If they shoot, tell my story
A boy writes a letter to his mother
She will know nothing of it
Until
Something bad happens
But he knows something will
He knows the colour of his skin
He knows that it means a possible death sentence
He gives his mom direct instructions
Of what to do if they try to silence his existence
He wants the world to know that he is the real victim
And his killers are the real villains
He would not allow the world to be ignorant
All the time He saw kids like him being killed
He wanted it to end with him
He had a plan
To expose the violence
Of a system trying to erase innocent kids like him
He wanted the world to know the truth about politicians
Who fake their sympathy
To change the narrative
As a distraction
For their evil actions
He knew she would know what he meant
He didn't want his death to be in vain
He wanted everyone to feel the pain
The type of pain black people experience everyday
Even if it means he has to die to make them pay
He wanted his mother to tell their story
Of when she found out she was pregnant And how she had already began to mourn him
Of her labour and how she faced discrimination
How her pain was ignored
Even though there was something wrong
How she feared losing her son
Because of their racism
He wanted the world to know about his childhood
How he grew up
And about his neighbourhood
A place where everyone understood
That many of their people might not make it out the hood
How the corrupt system locked them up
And collectively stole every back kids innocence
He told her to talk about his intelligence
How he beat the education system
And was preparing for college
And looked forward to his 18th birthday where he would get to experience adulthood
How it was all he could talk about
His final words was about how much he loved her
About how thankful
He was for her protection
Her love and affection
And said no matter what happens she will always be appreciated
A few weeks later
A month before his 18th birthday
One of his racist neighbours
Decided this would be his last day
Later his mom found his letter
Cried for her sons murder
Promising her son She would avenge him
She would get justice and make the world better
She would make sure the world remembers
The front page of the newspaper read “Black Ten Year Old Boy Murdered in
Mississippi Last Night”
A product of a rally that resulted in a racially motivated fight
This reminded me of the years of captivity in which my ancestors faced
Right at that moment, my heart held a feeling that could not be replaced
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
As I watched TV, there was a news report of a tragic accident
The results of a terrible shootout flashed through the television set in print
A 13-year-old boy murdered 12 of his school peers
The result of constant teasing and growing depression throughout the years
This reminded me of the unforgettable event at a familiar place
Resulting in some dead and many left with problems to face
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and she said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
As I listen to the radio I hear about conflicts with different rappers; it is sickening
They have no clue of what damage they are causing with all of the foolish bickering
This reminded me of Tupac and Biggie, the famous music war of the season
Now two of the best rappers that lived lost their lives without one good reason
You can still find people mourning over their deaths and see the sadness in their
face
Two great men are now buried lying still in their place
I went to my grandmother asking why have this took place
She sighed and she said to my face
Today is tomorrow, tomorrow is today
Think about what you are thinking and mean what you say
We will always live in the past and nothing else
Because history always, always repeats itself
I was reading on the so called memory laws or a state-approved interpretation of history. There have been states (Idaho, Oklahoma, Virginia etc.) to name a few, that have passed their own type of memory laws, with the intent of giving white people a version of history that they are comfortable with, even if not historically truthful.
An example of what these laws look like, can be shown by
the way certain historical topics such as american slavery are reframed. In order for them to cater to white denial, the slave labor system is re represented as something that helped black americans as something that was good for them, downplaying the very core of slavery which was about denying black people their freedom and rights of citizenship and exploiting them for profit that was never their own.
The root of holding black people in bondage was racism and white supremacy. Slaves were viewed as racially inferior, and this was used by white southerners to justify their enslavement. They believed blacks were born to be in a position of servitude to whites and they would not have them as their equals.
These laws were originally created as a response aimed at Critical Race Theory. Critical Race theory was the work of legal scholars and people from a more academic background. It is not taught in public schools and most Americans do not have an accurate knowledge of it or understand it well enough to explain what it is.
Instead these laws have the effect of regulating what teachers and students can discuss on topics dealing with race, history, or gender, which is a violation of the first amendment.
Hopefully these laws will be overturned in the future because if they are not, we tread on dangerous ground. If we cannot acknowledge and confront the racism then how can we do the same for now? We do not know where we are unless we consult the past, and if we don't consult the past in history we don't know the amount of work that there is left to do.
(Asked chat GPT for a critique of my political Clarion and the following is what it produced. the title is my idea.)
Dear family and friends,
I’m writing because I believe we face a growing and dangerous wave of organized white-supremacist violence and political exclusion in the U.S. This is not a vague fear — federal and homeland security assessments and many documented incidents show racially motivated domestic extremism has increased in recent years.
I’m worried about what that means for people who are not white, and I want to act now to protect our communities. If you agree this is serious, here are concrete, nonviolent steps we can take together:
1. Organize locally. Form a small neighborhood group (3–15 people) to share emergency contacts, trusted meeting places, and a plan for children and elders.
2. Document and report threats. Keep records of harassment and threats and report them to local police and civil-rights organizations.
3. Build mutual aid. Identify people who can offer short-term shelter, transportation, legal help, or emergency cash if someone needs to leave quickly.
4. Stay informed from reliable sources. I’ll share verified updates rather than rumors.
If you’re willing to help build a community plan or be part of a secure contact list, reply “I’m in.” If you can offer a resource (temporary housing, legal help, driving, emergency funds), say what you can provide.
Please don’t forward this widely until we have a basic plan — large public forwarding can create panic and make the situation worse. If you want to invite one other trusted family member, do so quietly.
— Robert W (pen name) also - your brother!
Phone: (***) - ***-****
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Today, I called the Police assistance line,
I was connected to the Police Station nearby.
The Officer asked 'What happened?".
I said "I desperately need some advices,
I was verbally harassed for months,
Till last week, I was physically assaulted.
When I was at the tram stop,
I decided to ignore her as I did before,
I even walked further away from her.
She followed me and hit me at the back.
The offender was someone who attended
And used the services as I did.
Every time, her excuse was,
I had a go at her male friend,
Whom I never had any interactions
Nor conversations.
Each time, she neared me,
She called me name and
Gave me a dirty look.
Sometimes, I saw her mumbling and whispering
To others while pointing and gazing at me.
Since then, those listened to her story,
Started taking turn to bully me individually.
Once, I was attacked from behind
By a four wheeled walker against my heels,
I reported some incidents in writing,
The management once told me
To deal with the issues myself.
Since then, all the harrassments happened
Away from the services' premises.
After listening to my story,
The Police asked me to get,
Her full name from the management.
I replied, due to privacy policy,
No name was allowed to given out.
Police said "Next time, carefully recording
The incident and call back.
We will see what we can do.
Take care"
I did not want any more incident.
I just what the management to help me,
By being with me and letting me talk
To the woman and her male friend.
If, I had have a go done anything against her male friend ,
Then, what rights did she had to treat me
Like the way she claimed I did.
I have been targetted and racially abused.
Justice?? From some ( w e f ) sympathetic civil servant
Named stewart..' I see no reflection of it. Just a punitive
Ruling 'of lawfare' upon Pauline.' Who admittedly in my
View should study more uoon the person and familiy she
Defended.' The remarks of mahreen feraqui do have
A factual history, that put; Pauline should be able to air
Her views as a native Australian as well.' Even though i
Would take issue with them; I still recognise her as an asset to Australia quite apart from all else.' She should
Not be punished as if she had racially profiled mahreen.'
As for mahreen.' i take it she lives a most secure life in
The land she inhabits, though not being born there.' She
May well be sympathetic to historically indiginous peoples?
I do not know if she had ever lived among them? Maybe
She has? At Quilpe..Or St George or the territory? As a
Woman equivilent to their women? Maybe after reading
This she will try it? If she has not already? She might
Wish if she has daughters or sons? To take them there also? 'Just so she can get more indepth information' yet
Back to Pauline' Who from what I can see' is a honest
Human being, undoubtedly she has flaws.' I do you do so.do we all.' The victimising of her though is completley out of
Context' and I call for the punishment to be repealed and
The civil servant.' Hmm?? stewart.? whoever.' to be Sacked..
Sacked..Sacked.!! With a bad report.' These are my views.!
And I stodd by Pauline.) In thst instance..Later i watched her abstain
On tthe hate speech bill along with malcom roberts.' To the countrys ill.)
Its up to you my people, move at the red earth level.' Be the storm be the
Earthquake, that is whats called for and needed.'
Together they forged a life
Beginning during the great depression
They never had much to show for their hard work
Except the seven of us children
We gave them pain, we gave them joy,
and lots of sleepless nights
They gave us love and honesty
And taught us wrong from right.
We got our education, they kept us clean and fed,
We come to know the good Lord
Reading the words that He said.
Much too soon they left us here
On this old earth alone.
But I am glad they missed some things
Causing suffering hard and long
Like brother Glenn’s alzeheimers,
Geneva’s problems in her life
To know of Leo’s mental sickness
And Paul Wayne’s drowning death
Rodger’s loss of his wife Claire,
What really happened there?
This would have been hard for them to bear.
Sonny’s illness and early death
For us they would have wept
Racially mixed great grans and illegitimacy
Divorces, homosexuals and the like
Along with pain and suffering
As their bodies faced old age.
But I would love to tell them our triumphs
I would like to share our wins
Cause there’s nothing like telling
Mama and Daddy something good, now and then.
Oh how they would like to see
The love on David’s face
When he looks at Glenda’s sweet face.
To meet Travis, Dylan, and Chylsea
To know we had their love to share
Would have made them glad
If they had known Angie’s kids
Johnathan, Tristan, and Elizabeth
What fun they would’ve had.
To see Angie and Laura being such close friends
And Laura fnding Craig, and falling in love with him
Would have meant so much to them.
Written: June 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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Growling, arguing, cursing, and screams,
They nod to chase after a dollar, a dream.
Trapped in clichés, similar to urban swine,
Lost residents of the suburbs stand in line.
The city of brotherhood and sisterhood,
Racially diverse cultures and schools stood.
Philly cheese-steaks, hoagies, and homicides,
Cocaine vampires succumb side by side.
On filthy streets, zombies and dogs coexist,
In Fishtown, hunt for meat to eat or a twist.
They need medicine and shoes for their feet.
Litter chokes Kensington Ave replete street.
They say Oxy and fentanyl are to blame.
Perhaps it's genetics, wrapped in shame.
Predisposed to a life completely polluted—
From the moment of birth, deeply rooted.
Some were once rich, now penniless,
With only a rat and their mute distress.
A raw middle-class suburbia faces bruise,
Zombies cradle meth and crack misuse.
They nod, dip, freeze, and sway—
Defying gravity, they struggle to stay.
Despite its fame, the land has failed,
A monolithic trial, where hopes derailed?
Former star-spangled grandeur has faded.
Betsy Ross famed flag thread is jaded.
A horrible scene for a tourist to behold,
A ghostly flat-backed female zombie, cold.
Kensington Ave in the city's northeast—
Zombies, dogs, and lost souls feast.
Two-legged canines in an endless sludge.
Life is grim in this dope-fueled grudge.
Once upon a summer’s sandwich, over in Birdgum Hollow, the one from the old kingdom, not new.
There lived two birds, one glam, a falconet, and one an Australian blue-grayish cock-eyed Cockatoo.
Freddy, the falconet was a quirky, slow-witted, conclosed and obstinate bird,
He liked to strut, and preen and crow, without the penalty of learning any new kind of word.
Galah, who was raised an only, with no mind for his own, was completely closed to ideas that fell.
It was his family’s wishes, so his wishes as well, and it worked for him on Earth, extremely well.
They were furious bird-emies from kindergarten on, neither realizing the solution was no Mr. Airy,
It was simple, it was easy, all they needed was reading, and a common old ordinary red dictionary
“I hate him!” Galah would say. To those who listened. “He’s a Francophile!” And Galah would say this to lots of us who heard.
Freddy was equally verbal about Galah being a Gallophile, a word that struck terror in his oatmeal curd.
Neither realized until they got to heaven and saw the fibriform sign “Gallophiile and Francophiles here,”
That they could have been friends for a lifetime, except for their silly, ridiculous, racially motivated fears.
For you see, my reader, and I know this will delight you in advance.
A Gallophile and a Francophile are both people who love France.
So skip through your day, and enjoy this knowledge on me.
If there’s one thing I like, it’s to enlighten at least three.
I curse away one head to stabilize the thinking,I curse away the set of eyes that forever fall from the face to set a clear vision.I curse away the spear,the nation builder to educate the ***** controlled youth.i curse away your home and give the country a roof over their heads.
In the name of Hani,Sobukwe,Plaatjie and Biko I cast away the power hungry demons,I cast away the big tummied devils and I also cast away the raw fish eating kings.In light of peace,love and harmony I pray for justice,sense and sanity.I pray for the end of blood shed,xenophobic attacks and women bashing.
Black against black,white against white,black against white,our sense of sight has been racially removed.A rainbow belongs in the sky,I will continue to carry a gun and shoot everyone who looks different.Dompas memories,Bantu Stans living,Africanism disappearing I curse away tenderpreneurship.
Big beard,farmer clothing and a monkey hating gun.Game drives on police vans I will drag race with the monkey tied at the back.Blood spilling,dark screams as you touch base with your ancestors.1652,1990,1994 I curse away the Dromedaris.
"Black like me"
Cheeky black statements,arrogant monkeys,I call upon the mirror.
Mirror mirror on the wall prove that blacks are still stupid.
Mirror mirror on the wall hope the trick works again.
Green,Gold and Black
We hope for greener pastures,gold fields to rid poverty but we know black will always darken our futures.