This poem is so hauntingly beautiful. Worth reading, awesome blog too.
Truth can be a lot of things, but never inflated.
It can’t be twisted, it can’t be debated.
In our world, Seeing 25, means you made it.
But as time goes on,
the feelins get jaded.
Because I’m black, I’m less than…
Being proud, means running a risk.
Repenting daily, and praying they miss.
Accepting the unwillingness to think twice,
only after the shock, after the life.
They kidnap the kids, but kill the wife.
Cycle of violence, fueled by revenge.
Hurt and frustration,
not one will descend.
Yea, we want different things,
but we all wanna win.
We’re Divided by status,
and the color of our skin.