I’m a better writer than I am a speaker
So my thoughts will hit the paper
Before they come out of a speaker
As of late, my thoughts have been jumbled.
I don’t know whether to cry
Be angry and yell
Try to explain who and what I am to protect myself
Or just sit and observe this world wind of tragic events
That seem to sum this wondrous place we call America
To be Brown in America isn’t dangerous for you
But it’s a fatal for my little brother.
He has not a safe place to go.
We thought it was safe enough to send our children to school
But the dorm turns into the morgue after while.
They mistake our wallets for firearms,
So they bare arms against us, and take our lives.
Celebrating taking that next step,
Seems to be frowned upon in this establishment.
So we never make it to the next day to say ‘For better or for worse’.
But they say ‘Til death do us part’ for us…..
We’re not allowed to celebrate the dawn of a new year
January 1st means handcuffs and a hollow tip to the back.
The land of the free, and the home of the slave
The scent of death wafts just like grandmas peach cobbler
Scary to think that a killer can live a free life,
But those of us who work hard to live right
Can’t live at all.
I’m afraid for my nephews.
All four of them.
They have brown skin,
Which one of the most beautiful things God created.
But those who are afraid of that creation and the intelligence that accompanies it
Will automatically assume they are a stone cold, hard hitting monsters.
Like the men in the mirror.
We carried this country on our backs
And built it with our hands
But our children aren’t even good enough to walk it’s streets.
They’re such menaces to our societies
That they will see the coroner before they see commencement.
And that is a shame.
We have to do better.
And I mean EVERYBODY we.
Not just us Brown people
I mean we the people who put these other people in these big houses that ‘brown’ people weren’t allowed at one point.
We need to pick up books
Instead of letting what we need to know stay hidden
We need to build better relationships
With each other, and with the one who gave us this beautiful brown skin…
Please excuse my randomness….
But my thoughts sound better on paper than they do coming out of speaker.