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Intolerant Inequality

I don’t understand some American’s complete, total, historic, systemic, and continual discrimination.

This country was founded due to people fleeing a discriminatory, intolerant Europe. Yet for every generation that has followed, some group of people has been oppressed, repressed, discriminated against, judged, and vilified.

White privilege is real. And white privilege exists. Today. One of my favorite classes was race and the law. And it’s not cuz I’m black. It’s not because black people were talked about because Hispanic, Asians, and Native Americans got some spotlight too. It highlighted thoughts and opinions about these good ol states of America.

The crazy thing is, though I see white privilege, I also see that every group that has faced discrimination discriminates against every group that comes after them. Some of my people have strong feelings about Hispanic people.

Every Middle Easterner, every Muslim is not a terrorist. They are not all out to kill the world. All of these people judging, Christians and religious folk I might add, would hate to be lumped into one category.

What if people thought every white person was a Timothy McVeigh? What if people thought every black person was one of the two DC snipers?

There’s got to come a day when we don’t judge by the color of people’s skin but the content of their character as Dr. King dreamed. In his words, injustice anywhere is still ina threat to justice everywhere. When will there be true equality? 

Injustice

Injustice
Injustice
Where is the justice
Crazy that a man
Gets time in jail
Over fighting dogs
Yet my brothers’ killers
Get off
Sometimes celebrated
Crazy what money
And skin color buy
Charges dropped
For the same drugs
My brothers get life for
Crazy that my brothers
Murdered
Borderline savagely
Shot in the back
Laying in the street
Carrying a toy
Holding merchandise
Running away
Lying unable to breathe
Shackled
Chased in the night
Painted like
Animals and criminals
As if their mistakes
Deserve amplification
And somehow justify their death
Injustice
Injustice
My Lord
Where is the justice
From what I see
Liberty and justice
Just ain’t for all

Second Class Citizens

I’m black in America

I’m supposed to live

In the land of the free

And the home of the brave

I’m supposed to believe and dream

If I work hard

This dream turns into a life fulfilled

But all it seems to come back to

Is the notion that I’ll never be enough

My black brothers and sisters

Are merely second class citizens

Blood continues to be spilled

Our churches burned

Our culture appropriated

We elected someone

Full of melanin

We are now post-racial

Racism is over

Yet so many have lost their lives

He gets no respect

Racism seems worse than it’s ever been

This is my country

This is my home

I’m supposed to be proud

“Proud to be an american

Where at least I know I’m free”

But am I really free

Or am I one wrong decision

Away from a bullet or a cell

As a kid

I never knew

The evil this world still held

I grieve for the lives lost

I am fearful for what the future holds

Money buys a lot of things

The NRA has bought Congress

Gun safety is a low priority

Education takes a backseat

While the rich get richer

And the poor get poorer

We talk about these injustices

Grand juries indict or they don’t

People are convicted or the aren’t

But nothing’s changing

Nothing’s better

At times I feel like

Me and my people

Are nothing more

Nothing less

Just simply seen as

Second class citizens

Brown Baby

Just looked at my nephew’s picture
Happy, smiling brown baby
He’s six months old
Even though he’s not mine
I’m excited to see him grow
I’ve thought about his future
Our future
He’s already amazing
I know I’m biased
But he’s so intelligent
Right now I’m worried
His name is Jeremiah Kaleb
But how will his story end
Will he be Oscar Grant
Killed at a transportation station
Will he be Trayvon Martin
Killed because he wore a hoodie while walking through a neighborhood
Will he be Jordan Russell Davis
Killed because his music was too loud
Will he be Kendrick Johnson
Harased then found dead, rolled up in a gym mat
Will he be Michael Brown
Killed without a weapon then slandered to cover for the cop
His life matters
Their lives mattered
No matter his intelligence or education
There is a fear
There is a threat
Simply because his skin contains more melanin
He has to walk with his head held down
His mouth closed
Subservient to a massa
Though slavery is over, the fight for civil rights ended
Because President Obama
Sits in the seat
Some say we have overcome
What really has been won
Post racial America is a fairytale
You don’t believe it
Ask Oscar, Trayvon, Jordan, Kendrick, and Michael’s families
Ask those families we don’t know about
Ask those frisked and profiled
Dr. King had a dream
Some say it was fulfilled on November 4, 2008
I think he’s still dreaming