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Dear Mama From: Trayvon Martin

You made it easier for me, now I can spread my wings.
yet you made it harder for my brother, he can barely breathe.
I'm here with my lord enjoying my life.
yet my family on earth is not feeling Alright 
suffering from migraine, stress, and chest pain.
thoughts of suicide, so much on their shoulders.
as I'm here watching my mother getting older.
my brother, my dad is crying on her shoulder.
she's so strong, so brave, so undefeated.
no matter how the trial end, she's my queen.
mama you been under so much pressure and stress.
I been trying to tell you my souls laid to rest.
not for you and my father, I guess.
you wasn't there but you know the truth.
God have given them visions to you.
but rest assure mama ,I'm near you everday.
yet It's tearing my heart to pieces to see you hurt this way.
I see you laying in my bed, just to be close to me.
smelling my clothes for sweet memories.
grandma, cousins, aunts, and uncles.
put on your helmets, put on your armor.
the devil is fighting extremely dirty.
with his lies, arrogance, and schemes.
in the courtroom head high as a king.
but the real king is next to me.
the life I live is what I dreamed.
yet my family is living a nightmare.
I'm in heaven, their in hell.
dry your eyes mama, justice will be served.
you and I both know, what I didn't deserve.
was on my way to kiss you mom had my skittles and tea.
tried to keep it moving, but the devil harassed me.
every tear you cry I'm here to dry your eyes.
wake up and love each day moma.
and most of all pray moma. rip trayvon

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Color Blind

COLOR BLIND




I thought it was over, though I could never understand




Why we can't walk down the street, holding different hands




'Can't walk side by side, have to have a divide



Sepreate fountains, Sepreate seats, treated as a disease 



This is not what God see in me



I'm a black beauty, yet treated as a black beast


My Caucasian friends has departed from me


Hello? the 1st amendment is not reachable


Trying to teach me things that not even teachable

 yet, the brains of our people are so knowledgeable

White and black really nothing different but the color


yet, many petty on me as if I could change my color



You stalk me as if I could change the weather


but you are more ignorant than I thuoht if you judge by color



Some could never fill my shoes I been through every scene

Time to wake up colors are not what they seem


What if colors were never discover 




We do the same things but why are we on different teams 




I wish black and whites could come together like martin seen in his dream




You hear me! but Seriously, you don't really know what i mean




You don't know the feeling,




I was scarred like a slave and still in the process of heeling




I still carry the whips on my back from being beat and viciously degraded 




but you wanna know what is crazy? I was born after slavery




Color blind...... in a world full of colors




Why do different races try to hurt one another




We both were birth by mothers, walk the same earth, eat alike



Yet why do I feel different




if you haven't notice, whats been going on, you haven't been paying attention




it's not what you did to me or what I've I done to you




We are differnet indivaluls you cant categorize a color




Rasicm will end in the end of ime




but as of now nothing is wrong with the world their just COLOR BLIND

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My Last Supper Pg1

Sittin here with a plate of food 
in front of me.
holding a picture in my mind of 
the last supper floating off haze 
my mind begin to go into deep 
thought.
sitting with a full plate of food 
in front of me
yet trying to feed myself food 
of knowledge meanwhile ,trying 
to avoid digesting from the tree 
of Eden 
yet its tempting when the only 
thing surrounding me is snakes.
 heisting in my ear waiting on 
me to enter their trap.
tho the temptations are 
tempting, i try to ignore the 
heisting 
it's getting ignoring the fruit are 
coming off the tree and their 
pouring 
now I'm trying to avoid the fruit 
of knowledge.
I see why eve was under so 
much pressure. 
See eve had a lack of 
knowledge.
she wasn't aware of the devil. 
Took a bite out of the apple 
thinking god wont find out ever
then gave Adam some  so he 
could feel the same way 
this is the same thing we do 
today.
we try something new and want 
our love one to do it too. 
Too much knowledge have you 
in a situation as Adam and Eve.
  A lack of knowledge have you 
chasing other people dreams . 
Following the leader when the  
leader hemself is lost 
Me I'm trying to stay focus 
watching what I digest. 
my circle is gettin smaller with 
the people that I trust 
meanwhile I'm trying to keep 
beliving myself  
at any given time I'm not sure 
wat I'm capable of
I just pray a individual don't 
test me
I can barely  pass the test god 
give me 
yet pass the test man put up 
against me 
my glass is so full but it feels so 
empty 
sitting here with a full plate of 
food in front of me.
thinking about the  last supper 
fork on the table 
I'm rubbing my knuckles
 going into deep thought 
cant remember much of what I was taught 
was I taught?
seem like I educated myself
 Moma wasn't around 
daddy was incarcerated before going in 
the police put the gun 
to my face and the house was 
raided .
there, I didn't really care about education 
I just had to try to live and make it.
I didn't care about the consequences or temptations.
I smoke marijuana, just to ignore everything I was facing.
skipping school.
I was smoking not to be cool but to get high for the moment 
and forget get about the bad 
moments. 
like begin raped abandon and 
homeless.
 I was facing life but I was 
declared freedom.
where was everyone when I 
needed them.
I used to cry wondering if god 
hear my cries some nights I 
even prayed that god take me 
to sky

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Visions of Me In Handcuff

VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF

12 heads near the left center room, 
bystanders watching as the Man with the 
book determine to make my life heaven or 
hell As I stand with my head high in the air, 
but my hands low hoping that he 
understands why I made the choices I 
chose at the time Hoping that he see’s a 
new clear me through this dark skin of 
mine if I could just ask for one more life it 
will be whole lot different Days off for a 
little wondering how I got myself into this 
situation in the first place, seem like I 
woke up here confused and curious Plenty 
light but I’m living a nightmare blink my 
eyes twice hoping I’m dreaming yet no one 
disappears or leave the room How could 
such pressure be on me as an individual 
looking around for answers but no 
explanations standing humble Just 
waiting for the results like STD test 
tapping my feet to the beat of the 
typewriter’s fingers as she performed I 
just wish I were at home watching my 
Kevin Hart DVD still in my TV from the 
other day how did we get to this day Never 
in a million years would I think I would be 
standing here today the embarrassment 
the shame that I have to face Unaware if I 
prove my case I hear the 12 heads 
whispering yet can point out what their 
saying strangling my ears’ Put your hands 
behind your back you have the right to 
remain silent, that’s what I hear the two 
officers behind me say Yet when I turned 
to look I saw neither one of their mouths 
moving confused on what to say so I 
looked forward At the corner of my eye it 
seems I could see the officers watching 
me as one approach me with his cuffs out 
I don’t understand I yell out I didn’t hear 
the juries decision everyone looked at me 
as if they had seen a ghost Relax I told 
myself to ease my nerves what has 
happen to me have I gone insane now my 
head is low and my hands are high 
Praying to god if he get me out of this jam 
I would be the perfect person no more 
sinning just straight faith in him One out 
of 12 of the heads stood up and said we 
as the jury such and such and such 
innocent was all I heard I smile for joy not 
showing much settlement proceeded out 
of the court exit and home on my bed I 
arrived Holding my loved ones again a 
knocked at the door while I tucked them in 
bed looked through the peek hole Not a 
soul in site two seconds later a kicked to 
the door I grabbed my little ones disclosed 
their location A final kicked to the door 
leave them in the house with a call to the 
cops already in place makes the 45 come 
down from the safe Enemies behind me as 
he holds the Barron to my neck asked 
where is the money then placed the cuffs 
on my wrist

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My Last Supper Pg2

my dark skin made life darker 
for me
little light in my life 
someone ask how I'm doin and 
i reply with just alright
in my tupac mind set feeling 
like its just me again the world    
Granted freedom then one little 
mistake they put me in jail 
the court system give no room 
for mistakes whatever u try u 
fail 
the only consequences they 
have is to put u in jail
 then getting a job is hard as 
hell 
then they wonder why we 
continue to be locked in a cell 
seem like a set up rite 
soon as the police see my skin 
color their reading me my 
rights 
how long must I continue this 
fight
 war over skin color it makes no 
sense 
seem like a dream some time I 
give myself a pinch 
I'm living reality things just got 
real for me.
I need everything but nothing 
free 
still siting at the table now my 
food is cold picturing the last 
supper 
I hope this isn't my last meal 
father god help us 
Don't let tonight's dinner be my 
last supper

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Speechless

I was granted the freedom to speak. 
Yet it seem like that rule doesn't apply 
when it comes to me.
Can't vote, due to my past Felonies.
Freedom of speech, that's what you're 
telling me.
Can't express thy thoughts.
Can't express thy mind.
 I can just take this pen and write on these 
lines.
 yet if the wrong hand get a hold of it, in 
jail I'm doing time.
So Freedom of speech for Who.
Freedom of speech for what.
Freedom of speech is a dream that some 
of us could Never catch, because freedom 
of speech don't speak for us.

Copyright © Ur Favorite Poet | Year Posted 2014


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