How can you judge
When colored with bias
What good is your opinion
When you are plagued with bigotry
Why do you condone
When you are blind to the facts
Addition doesn’t subtract
A pistol from a gat
Just because I run track
Doesn’t make me a racist
Did All Lives Matter
During slavery
Six hundred plus black lives
This year lost to Caucasian gun smoke
Yet when five cops were discontinued
I’m supposed to give
a candlelight vigil
Now I’m supposed to care
Because they wore blue
They didn’t do anything to die
Tell that to the six hundred blacks
That didn’t deserve to die either
The difference between
The corrupt authorities
Is one thing
When they kill my people
They get paid vacations
Via administrative leave
And my brothers are slaughtered
On national TV
YOU ARE READING
THE SEASONAL TREE (BOOK III of Poetry)
PoetryThird collection of poetry I've written from a source of experience, love, heartbreak, joy, happiness and pain. It chronicles my life in my 30s as an openly bisexual black male, finding his way. ↘️↘️↘️⬇️⬇️⬇️↙️↙️↙️ Photo credit from paintingwithdiam...
