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Thursday, November 7, 2013
Set Me Free
Look at what America has done to me. Shamed of the reflection in the mirror that I see. Clouded my mind with such lies. Broken my ability Taken my strength Reduced my pride These tears I cry I can not hide Not crying because of the pain But because they stripped my heritage of its name What it truly means to an African King A Black man with a dream Stolen... Beaten... Snatched from me...
Look at what America has done to me. A shell of my former self Made it okay to slay those who look like me Lowered inhibitions by allowing the liquid courage To be purchased at every corner I see... Every McDonalds and Burger King within three feet To downgrade Downplay And misuse my ebony queen Not seen as what she use to Because her honor is shredded by society Stolen Beaten Snatched from me...
Look at what America has done to me. My words hold no value because everything I seem to do Goes against the rule.. "Well, he looked like trouble" "He looked like you" All I did was walk down the street with a Arizona and a bag of candy I thought this was suppose to be the land of the equal, the land of the free. I was proven wrong by the unfairness that I see. The mistreated ways that I go through And then I'm the bad guy when I catch an attitude. I'm told to shut up when I speak my truths. My rights.. Stolen... Beaten... Snatched from me...
Look at what America has done to me. Caused me to be tongued tied My children brainwashed by the media's fabrications Our youths deprived of educations When I stand up tall My back is broken with ridiculous tea party laws America... doesn't care as long as it gets it share Who cares... Eyes burning... Vision blurred from the tears I tried to hold back As this American noose tightens around my neck.. I apologize not to America... But to the younger men I see I wish there was something more I could be I'm just another black man with a dream that was Stolen... Beaten... Snatched from me...
i always love to indulge in your work... nice and strong poem you have here. beautiful piece.
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