Poem Created for a Social Podcast
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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stony the road we tried as black people blending into a darkness that we didn't dispense Blacking out the sky like it's 846. We are always geared up for unpredictable war. We stay with the breastplate teaching our Children to love every race, but still be safe. The sons and daughters have chained up slaves yet we've been deemed unsafe, the most violent among any race. Yet we can still smell the wet cries hanging from worn trees while those who tied the death ropes deemed their own hands clean. So systemic racism was just a bad dream. A moment of silence for all the black lives that matter. History that's tattered. But the silence get shattered not by resuscitating those who currently need a medic, but by the chance of all lives matter because it hurts too much to be empathetic to emotional and physical caskets dilapidated from masters. While the living are above ground screaming, We are the ones who matter to giving the bereaved no time to grieve, expecting healing to happen at lightning speed the world providing no relief but asking black people what's wrong with you? Pull up the strap on your boot? No need to deal with the root. You're already six ft under somebody else's boot. This is a terrifying racism epidemic. We have already been six ft apart, socially distant America. We just want to know that when it is time to stand with black people that you won't leave us hanging in a tree are under injustice is suffocating me because when we can't breathe, we need you to speak when injustice won't quit. We don't need you to be complicit by your deafening silence. A. K. A. An accomplice. But we need you on the Sony road for what must be accomplished that we too might taste the sweet, sweet land of liberty. That the definition of equality include black people. Without excuse that when you see the deep pain in us, you understand that your life can't matter until hours matters, too, because to do the opposite would make the definition of equality untrue.