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beaten and broken
bruised and battered
brutalized and bare
bandaged and braised
bashed and butchered
bold and brave
Anguished
Slayed and silenced
slaughtered and seduced
strong-armed to surrender
squeezed and squashed
bleeding hearts
clad in elephant vestment
with an eternal spirit,
pugnacious against
the system from the walls of prison,
sentenced for a crime they didn’t commit
cogently grilling them to submit.
They have hearts of a lion,
Giving their own for a million
That is what it takes for freedom
To be in our hands.
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KILLING HER OWN.
She carried him for months,
The pain and the suffering
All now dressed in new pants,
The commencements
Dumped in the street
A stranger picked and raised him.
Nursed by not his own,
Life isn’t a given.
Is this what our mothers have become?
Is this what the fiber of our ancestries have become?
Is this what we call freedom of choice?
Is this what we call civil rights?
Killing him for the crime he didn’t commit!
What happened to mother’s love?
That he was promised on conception.
Do you have to break him when your vows break?
Do you think you must dump him when his father disappears?
Do you think you have to destroy him when your heart dies?
Leveling your displeasure with his breath.
His lifeforce will haunt you to hell
His bones will bellow loud through the prison walls,
His innocence will echo through the temples
All the way to the gates of heaven
Until justice is found
Why killing him for the crime he didn’t commit?
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Guilty by birth,
A citizen by a vote
A right that took centuries for women to exercise
A narrative that still paints societies
In two opposing colors
With tension simmering underground
And the quack so profound.
Divisions, discord, and decadence
Trust thinning frivolously
With institutions systematically sidelining one end
With some Colors more colorful than others,
In a world they paint the same Walls.
Isn’t this inexplicable, squandering millions building walls?
Barring rodents from Mexico crossing only to pick crusts off the master’s plate.
I still wonder, what happen to equality
The fundamental slice to humanity.
A quest dawned since inception of time.
I still wonder…
The world plunged into confused peace
With gangs, guns, and gallants
Of men and women in uniform
With their riffles pointing at us.
What happened to the oath?
To serve and protect
Isn’t that your duty?
Why have you changed
Making deals with the devil.
Unleashing your wrath on innocent civilians
Falsifying their charges,
Deliberately mistaking their identity
Making them guilty in their innocence.
I still don’t understand, the courage to choke a man...
In the eyes of a camera,
I still don’t understand why you refused him to breath
I still don’t understand the courage to stand and watch the man pleading,
I still don’t understand the brutality of a police officer in uniform,
I still don’t understand why call an ambulance when you opened the wound
I still don’t understand why you stopped the people to help
I still don’t understand why justice is specific to Colors
I still don’t understand why some people are more equal than others...
Lets all rise for 8 minutes 49 seconds!
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I write to you brother,
When other’s didn’t bother.
You are my brother, a son, a father
A man.
I address you brother,
You are born of a mother
Like everyone else,
All man.
I dare you brother,
What is your pleasure, in penetrating 3 months old?
What is your pleasure in forcing yourself on a 95-year-old?
What is your joy in the tears of a baby who understands nothing?
But a mere Angel dumped in hell. Why don’t you listen to the silence?
Of a grandmother swallowing her pain hoping you will spare her life.
Your wickedness is beyond the measure!
Tell me brother, are you born of a woman?
Can’t you appreciate the love, a mother gives
Today you make her believe she was wrong,
Wrong to believe that you could be a good son.
Wrong to ever think that you would be a good father
Wrong to believe that you would protect her.
Tell me brother, are you born of a woman,
Tell me brother, why today victimizing her being.
I taunt you brother, NOT in my name.
Not in my name that a woman shy cry,
Not in my name that a woman shall be a prey.
Not in my presence that a woman shall be less,
Not in my name.
Not in my name.
I Choose to break the deafening silence
Of our man in form, partnering with the loose laws
That do not spell SENTENCE,
That do not talk HARSH,
That do not LISTEN,
To the cries of babies, girls, grandmothers :woman
Failing them the protection, dignity, and rights they deserve.
Authorities lipstick talking and observe.
Tell me brother, where is your conscience?
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