How many of you hate me When you don’t know even know me? How many judge Not knowing my story The insecure take time To create insecurities
By Totfish’s Tales3 years ago in Poets
People say I’m crazy I say I’m unique People say I’m psycho Because of how I speak They say that I have problems And need an institution
The position to be filled Is 24 hours a day 7 days a week Sleep can’t get in the way No holiday is given No, you won’t be paid
There was once this mum Her kids were a pain in the bum She would lock them in the cupboard Like old Mother Hubbard Then her kids knew she’d won
There was a mum of five It was busy inside her hive Some days she feels broken But words never spoken Her kiddies keep her alive
Time, An illusions Only the present exists The rest lives in mind
Hanging from the trees. Burned, beaten, broken bones, brutality. Black skin not welcome.
Welcomed you to land. You robbed, raped and murdered us. Are we savages?
Civil rights caused. As we asked for civil rights. Whites did not want that.
Taken from our home. Savages buy and sell us. All because we’re black.
White lies kill black lives. Young boys only 14 years. Justice for Emmett.
What we stored we live Repeat events that have past See lessons unlearned
