Bear to think what we’ve become.
I take that back this is like a bad rerun
that won’t pass. Call me naive
but I thought this was in the past, or at least that’s what I believed.
Rinse the bitter aftertaste or erase
nerve-rattling images of a man with pain written across his face.
My mind can’t reconcile how anyone would think it’s right
after seeing how he was left, my disgust made me lose my appetite.
Entertain the notion that people act like it’s still the fifties
only seeing life in black and white like old movies.
Our sight needs to be checked; where did Dr. King’s vision go?
How can we let his dream fly away but still hold on to Jim’s crow?
Act as if it doesn’t affect me, I too am a minority,
only in name because when we unite we are the majority.
Help me cause an effect as I raise my words in protest.
We will not stand for the blatant disrespect that some chose to manifest.
Terminate or eradicate injustice or racism
but I can teach my own to not fall in that schism.
I can teach them that the value of every human being around
is in being human and letting kindness resound.
Hide my anger and be secretly in disgust.
This must be discussed, I can’t let my feelings rust.
We help when our small actions cause ripple effects,
ironing out wrinkles in the fabric of life that, for years, have been left unchecked.
scape who I am or the fact that one day I’ll encounter hate,
but I emulate those good things that momma taught me which I still recall to date:
Help when you can, love your fellow man, and remember, kindness is free.
I can’t believe
we’ve yet to learn this, it’s the 21st century!
And as my thoughts drown me, I cry from underneath
I can’t….I can’t breathe.