The Ugly Game of Racism

Photo credit: Racism is a Virus by ZABOU in London, UK

We’ve been fed these lies,

about how our skin color divides,

how blue eyes and white skin are superior to mine.

But the contents of my character

holds no reference to their culturally appropriated idea

of who I really am inside.

We can’t believe all these propaganded lies

About how the billboard models have to be white and

How I hold no value for the image they hold in the highest light.

It feeds into their false ideas of pride and makes us want to hide.

How can we deny the judgement in their eyes?

We see it all the time,

The way a cop racially profiles brown folks

And let’s the white man drive by?

They don’t consider the emotional divide,

Just so worried about keeping America White.

And keeping us quiet under their tyrannical divide.

We can’t stand up for our rights

For fear of being shot with no question in mind.

Didn’t you see how George Floyd was murdered in plain sight?

Did they learn about the constitution and our God given rights,

Or just use their selfish ideas of what’s wrong or right?

To kill a man for existing and call it completely fine

Defending heartless murder with their police badge in mind

They hold a gun and call it safety,

But we run from cops that often create more danger.

Call 911, they say; but make sure you’re not an ‘illegal alien’

Cause they can take your livelihood away

For lack of proper residency, even after being raised here

and being a contributing member of society.

Times are changing, and dark energies are dying

As our light grows inside.

We’ve planted flowers in the piles of shit they treated us as

By embracing our heritage and

healing the toxic assimilated system of divide.

Stand tall in your diversity my love,

knowing God created you perfectly.

You’re breaking generational curses

with how divinely you stand in your purpose.

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