If all lives mattered, then Black lives would matter. And blood on a street in Ferguson, MO would not have been splattered; And a body would not have lay there unattended for four and a half hours after.
He was just a young child carrying a toy gun. It turned tragic as soon as the police came. Now, he is just a distant memory, on a poster with too many other faces and names.
I am breathing, but Eric Garner is not. I am breathing but Eric Garner is not. He was chocked, why didn’t the cop just stop?! Just stop!
Black Lives Matter is the new call for justice. But it’s still Just Us. How many more times will we have to discuss Race in the United States. What a hellish place for people with my same skin tone. I want to run off to another country like Nina, like Nina Simone.
Poet’s Note – I was inspired by the new poet laureate of the U.S. Juan Herrera to break these thoughts info four parts. A method I’ve seen him use recently. And, what could I do with more thoughts about Black Lives Matter that I haven’t captured or created before? I had to come up with something different, refreshing.
A poet, spoken word performer, emcee, and human rights activist. Has been writing poetry since the age of nine. An accomplished open mic host and slam poet who has been on the scene since the late 1990s. Has performed in cities such as New York, Washington, DC, Beloit, WI, Chicago, IL, Memphis, TN, and other places. Is the author of several chapbooks of poetry, including 2013's 'Universal Citizen.' Is also a recording artist who puts poetry and rap lyrics to music. A SoundCloud Hero for the Rockford, Illinois region.
A silence on the night. The day fluttered quietly in whisper soft resonance, So many colours slowly dying Like confetti in the rain, And echoes touched each other, a reunion of themselves, As though they were astounded At their resonating
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