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He wakes every morning already in pain
He takes no meds because addiction lives with in him
He checks his feet are they purple or blue
Flat foot he can't stand unless he puts his foot strait in a shoe
Will today be the day that the bullet takes the pain.
Not suicidal its more if a quality of life decision
Pain free no judgment no self hate no reason to see disdain
Time to check the chamber nope still have the in decision
What reason do we have to live duty to God bury are kin
What beauty is left to hold us here chirping birds and cricket songs
What truth and love among people can you find any where
The judgment onto those in pain is cruel as any day is long
We make them feel useless and weak
When they got hurt by edifying you and me
We about sparing money from are check
Causs we are week minded and easily misled
The amount we expect them to live on is unimaginable
Yet we would say its plenty but most didn't notice
Able body non saving and planing were crying 1000 a month wasn't enough need that plus 500 q week and a 1000 for each kid
Never even realized how hypocritical you had just been
Their is division being preached on social media
Holding groups accountable for past sins
Complaining of stolen lands and past imprisonment
Well try to focus on were we are going not where we been
If I might clear up one thing to the Victor go the spoils
Thats what war is for no pretty but its how it works
And everyone who wants to speak about treachery of the past
Keep in mind as Americans all of us are guilty of the very same atrocities daily feeding slave labor child labor sex slaves gang violence just cause its not in front of you don't mean its gone take accountability of that then talk to ne about money for the now free
I can manage another day my wit is sharp
My eyes have no problems seeing
I will stay grounded in truth covered with an understanding tarp
But I will never loose my indecision because choices are why we all breath
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 throughout history
Of stories Of survival
To send messages without the slave owners knowing
A way to escape and a form of rebellion
It helped with their freedom
It talks about the how it has been an afro
An act of radical expression
A form of resistance
To say you can't control us
But it also talks about how the system
Tried to silence its existence
And how the ignorant
Took it as an invitation
To touch it without permission
It then talks about all the different braids it was
How it was a form of creative expression
How it captured everyone's attention
In awe of its versatility
But also causing jealousy
This was apart of black legacy
The jury have made their decision
And gone through generations of history
To find our hair not guilty
They offer their apologies
Of the brutality
We endured throughout history
And for us this would be a victory
The Confederate Boy
He never did anything to you
You don’t even know his name
Nor do you care to
He never owned a slave
All he did was fight for his country
He was just thirteen when they took him
Barely old enough to shave
But he fought, and he most likely died
For the freedom of his people
And the liberty of his home
Still after so much time
The young boy is hated and cursed
By people who never knew him
Or his story
But he is still a hero
Someone who believed in his land
Someone who is willing to die defending it
And today that is so rare
He should be a lesson to us all
Instead of being a labeled a criminal
She left the country where she was raised,
To pursue her endeavors, no longer a slave,
She climbed mountains and swam through swamp lakes,
To be relieved from all the past hurts and mistakes,
She tread upon scorpions, demolished serpent skins,
To connect with a fire that burned deep within,
She ran from the flock only to be brought back again,
To teach this new remnant how to boldly fend,
For…
Everything and anything noble and true,
Break down the borders of doubt and ridicule,
All that aspire to conquer what is right,
Sinister smiles that feed on broken appetites,
Graves that are rolling and men who control
Chants in the night intended to steal someone’s soul
Laughter of failure,A spirit in tears
This warrior princess helped many in fear.
She ripped out the thorns that lagged in her side,
To humble her heart and swallow her pride,
She drank of the water that brings bones back from the dead,
To deepen her love and renew what was in her head,
She gave with a smile and listened to their pain,
To heal those in trouble with divinity rain,
She took on a role that others despised,
To enable the weak to look up and arise,
She knew it was time to fight with all her might,
To allow the Holy Spirit to make her destiny right,
She spoke to the masses and sang to the stacks
To a beautiful melody of "I am never going back."
By: sabina Nicole
Written: To All The warriors
It’s a past that America likes hiding
for it’s ugly and dirty and true
How they tried to enslave all the Natives
but from failure, the new slave trade grew
Then the colonists bought kidnapped Africans
like you purchase a cow or a bull
They stocked-up in an auction for people
til the slave master’s house became full
Then the new race was quickly created
as the slave masters all had their way
For they raped countless African women
and created the race of today
Eyes of blue and of green staring at them
they could never deny what they did
So they took great advantage at auction
like a prize horse gets more at the bid
After years filled with struggle and violence
Africans were all finally free
And gained rights once denied to their fathers
who the colonists hung from the trees
Now descendants are angry and bitter
hating all that their ancestors made
So they’re rounding up all the Brown people
hoping that their existence will fade
But the blood has been mixing for centuries
we could make 1619 the year
When the seeds of the colonists created
The new race their descendants now fear
How easy, without fear, you threw him away,
Discarded his name to the side,
You did not care for the man that he was,
You watched as his worth slowly died,
Not listening to his cries of what he wanted,
His cries of fly to explore,
To find and create a new game of love,
Instead you chose to ignore,
The man that he was, the man filled with hope,
You ignored the truth that you feel,
You turned his life from a new walk of joy,
You turned his head from what’s real,
So now, you win, you’ve beaten him down,
There’s nothing in his life that is fun,
Now he’s just a slave scrubbing your world,
Till he ends his world with a gun.
It's an institutionalized war against a black man,
Yet we celebrate deceit, glorify the shallow plan,
Brothers lost in lust, in lies, in shame,
Building a broken nation, feeding a hollow flame.
Where are the men, strong and true,
Who see the war, who know what to do?
Disciplined, focused, committed, and wise,
Not distracted by lust, but lifting the prize.
It's an institutionalized war, and yet, here we stand,
You call me a scammer for holding Bitcoin in my hand.
While you chase cars, debt shackles your feet,
I hold 25 Bitcoin, the future beneath my seat.
Twenty-seven cars? I’d rather own land,
Twenty-seven hectares, where true wealth stands.
But you worship vanity, you chase the wind,
Uninformed, unaware, as the cycle spins.
The balance sheet empty, no cash flow in sight,
Yet you celebrate the shine, ignoring the fight.
The school failed to teach you, left you a slave,
Chained to material, to the shallow wave.
It’s an institutionalized war, but where is the brother,
Who tells you to build, support one another?
Instead, they laugh when you break from the grind,
Escape the matrix, leave the 9-5 behind.
This moral decay, this ignorance we feed,
Is tearing our nation, planting the seed.
We don’t keep it real, we let each other fall,
Indulging in vanity, ignoring the call.
The ripple effect is clear as day,
A nation lost, as brothers stray.
But until we rise, and call out the lie,
This institutionalized war will never die.
Go toss your fetchings to the curb.
Your possessions have you tardy.
You'll thank the blessings for this cause
to keep you from this lardy.
To minimize your things of pleasure.
The stuff put under dust.
To save you time from being a slave
whatever cost you must.
To gradually ween you from it all.
It slow to feel you numb.
To seperate you being attached
and leave you to your sum.
The very thing you want in life.
Control where none was there.
The understanding there is more
and stand for seeding wear.
Rewards that come replacing things
to fill your heart with trust.
With life changed to reflecting thee
when knowledge comes to must.
When they we're sent to live with the Foster's
Realized for once in their life
Finally had someone who love them
Read them a bedtime story before bed
And bring a cup of tea and breakfast
in bed once they awoke in the morning
Give them as many kisses and hugs
as they could take
And told them they loved them every
hour of the day
" Then life as it does throws a curve ball "
Released his mother on early parole for
good behavior and sent him back to
live with her
And at that point he then regressed and
had no choice but to accept being beaten
at any hour of the day and being treated
like a slave instead
So trying telling him that life is fair when
it it gave him a glimmer of all that's good
could be had in his life what he was missing
And for not the 1st time but the
2nd time then most hurtfully stole it away
And without drawing a single breath
listen to a another say something stupid
and as trivial like that's a shame really sad
But hey
Whatever doesn't kill them will make
them stronger
Life can only get better
Or
Keep your chin up
I then find myself saying to myself
how eternally grateful and thankful
and lucky I am
The lines were blurred for prisoners who slaved
in mines or rowed the heavy wooden ships
for years, while overseen by men depraved,
who tormented and drove with leather whips.
As lines were crossed by those who felt no fear,
the practicality of slaves was tried
with natives in the western hemisphere,
who failed from heavy overwork and died.
So then these men brought slaves from Africa.
They purchased robust ones both skilled and tough,
for work in south and north America
and drove them hard and found them strong enough.
The Africans recruited slaves for pay,
receiving various, but small amounts,
as they had done for years. It was the way
they evened scores and settled their accounts.
They didn’t know that white men changed the rule,
regarding children born to those enslaved.
The African slave system was not cruel,
no matter how the parent slave behaved.
The children of slave mothers were born free,
full members of the tribe in every way,
were integrated in the family,
who nurtured them and made them want to stay.
But European men sought greater gains
and made the children suffer the same fate.
They classified them slaves in iron chains,
indentured as a lifelong subjugate.