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Sept. 27, 2017

Black Jewelz

From Write or Die by Byron Wilson (author's profile)

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BLACK JEWELZ

Once again the pain runs deep no goodnight sleep, the hurt and
pain and sadness runs deep in my veins bringing tears to the
forefront pouring from my eyes, down my cheeks as the
breath of life is exiting another Black man, Delron Small,
Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, murdered by another officer
in blue, firing the fatal shot's, flames from the barrel
of the gun, tearing into the flesh of thet human life, black
man, black woman, down, laying in the streets, breath
slowly departing their body, "Help Me Please", Eric Gardner
cries out, "I can't breathe", not a care in the world do
they have. license to kill, gunshots rang out in the
blink of an eye, a amily torn apart, forever changed,
a mother, father, son, brother, husband, daughter, gone,
all because of your insensitivity and dirext cruelty, hate
in your eyes, as you lie, "I was being attacked", is a mother-
fucken lie, you just stole another brother's life, howcan
I not cry after what I saw on world news, couldn't even
hide or deny a world of hate and war against us, where is
our place beyond the basketball court or football field,
entertaining you, making you laugh is how you see me and
my people, our minds you fear, but is it the mirror of
your own brutality, madness and chaos, causing you to
fear that another Micah Johnson will come forth, yet, you
trained him in your military to kill, now you degrade him
and demasculate him. The rivers of blood that stains Ameerica
bears your handprint of hostility, fear, anger and suffering.
Unchanged you are, where is our place that you so want
to erase? What are we to do just allow you to abuse
us, and disregard our lives? It is not our hate for
you, but rather the hate of your abuse and brutality
of us, devaluing our lives. Your lives aren't more
valuable than ours, we all were born of the womb
of a woman, equally. of worth, a mother, child and
family, pained by the loss of their loved one that you
caused. Precious we are Black Jewels, Kings, Queens, Prince,
and Prinsseses we are.

1 of 1 - B.G. (Demetrius Howard)

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file @ poetry

BLACK JEWELZ

Once again the pain runs deep no goodnight sleep, the hurt and
pain and sadness runs deep in my veins bringing tears to the
forefront pouring from my eyes, down my cheeks as the
breath of life is exiting another Black man, Delron Small,
Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, murdered by another officer
in blue, firing the fatal shot's, flames from the barrel
of the gun, tearing into the flesh of thet human life, black
man, black woman, down, laying in the streets, breath
slowly departing their body, "Help Me Please", Eric Gardner
cries out, "I can't breathe", not a care in the world do
they have. license to kill, gunshots rang out in the
blink of an eye, a amily torn apart, forever changed,
a mother, father, son, brother, husband, daughter, gone,
all because of your insensitivity and dirext cruelty, hate
in your eyes, as you lie, "I was being attacked", is a mother-
fucken lie, you just stole another brother's life, howcan
I not cry after what I saw on world news, couldn't even
hide or deny a world of hate and war against us, where is
our place beyond the basketball court or football field,
entertaining you, making you laugh is how you see me and
my people, our minds you fear, but is it the mirror of
your own brutality, madness and chaos, causing you to
fear that another Micah Johnson will come forth, yet, you
trained him in your military to kill, now you degrade him
and demasculate him. The rivers of blood that stains Ameerica
bears your handprint of hostility, fear, anger and suffering.
Unchanged you are, where is our place that you so want
to erase? What are we to do just allow you to abuse
us, and disregard our lives? It is not our hate for
you, but rather the hate of your abuse and brutality
of us, devaluing our lives. Your lives aren't more
valuable than ours, we all were born of the womb
of a woman, equally. of worth, a mother, child and
family, pained by the loss of their loved one that you
caused. Precious we are Black Jewels, Kings, Queens, Prince,
and Prinsseses we are.

1 of 1 - B.G. (Demetrius Howard)

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