Black Lives Matter Poem

By: Alan Zeedyk

Please listen up, I’ve written a rhyme

It’s a sad story, about how we live in a time

Where the black man feels he needs to grip that glock nine

He’s flipping dimes and in the welfare line

Because he doesn’t have the same opportunities as mine

Don’t jump to conclusions, I’m not thing to be unkind

Just know.. I’m not saying this to try to be a racist

I’m saying this to give a name to black faces

Oppressed by chains and now a low minimum wage

“Black lives matter” echoing in a steel cage

They always have, just ask MLK

Or maybe Malcolm X, bet they’d matter today

Why does the black man have to fight to get out of the dark

While the white man has had money from the start

Unemployment lines and a lot of food stamps

Daddy sells coke, mommy is a tramp

Listen please, this is not a racial stamp

I just understand the unequal opportunity my man

Not everyone is born with it, especially if you’re tan

And if you’re darker than that, then out here your damned

Black lives matter, black panthers: the sequel

I’m sorry that in this society we can not be seen as equal

So I'd like to apologize, for all that are white

For the past generations, we haven’t treated blacks right

Just know that you matter and continue the fight

It’s dark out now, but equality is in the light.