Speaking Up For The Voiceless

This is not a traditional blog post, but I decided to write a poem about how I feel about the George Floyd protest and Black Lives Matter. I wish our people can receive the justice they deserve. Change begins with you as it can be a simple act of writing for a change.

I hope this poem will aspire people to take action for their beliefs and opinions.

Photo Credits to Law Officer
 

My black brothers and sisters, 

1865 was the day we were promised equality, yet that was another lie.

Taking continuous beatings until you couldn't do it anymore. 

Wondering why?

I wish I could tell you why, but the only answer I can think of is racism.

R-A-C-I-S-M

R - Revoking the voices from black people

A- Avoiding to give them credit for their accomplishment, so a white person could say they did it,

C- Constantly trying to oppress us when we built our nation with our bare hands and feet.

I- Inserting the idea that we are worthless, when in fact we are priceless

S- Stopping us from reaching our true potential, because they are scared of us becoming higher than them.

M- Maintaining what we do, because they want to have control over us.

From sitting to the back of the bus to the front,

Getting kicked out of restaurants because we were not white enough,

To being dropped dead on the ground yelling “What did I do”?

Inhumane treatment should not be justified, but America found a way,

Filled with lies in each history textbook trying to figure out where your truth is,

Columbus did not sail on the ocean blue in 1492,

But Matthew Henson, a black male explorer reached the North pole first.

America did not want anyone to know that truth.

America tried to silence us for over 155 years, 

But we refuse to see any more blood on the street.

We are tired of seeing our own getting killed.

We are tired of America trying to justify why the white man killed our black brother and sister.

We are tired of society accepting racism.

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter

Do our lives really matter?

Keith Chidress

Bettie Jones

Kevin Matthews

Michael Noel

George Floyd

Not even half of the victims that died at the hand and foot of a police officer

Yelling “I can't breathe,

 I can't breathe, 

I can't breathe”

Until their last breath vanished in the air.

How do you expect to breathe when their killers were walking around the streets free?

So don't try to tell me that “All Lives Matter” when our lives don't even matter to you

Our hands are up in the air, so please don’t shoot.

I AM A YOUNG BLACK WOMAN.

I AM A YOUNG BLACK MAN.

I AM A YOUNG BLACK TRANSGENDER.

I AM YOUNG, BLACK, AND GAY.

I AM APART OF THE BLACK COMMUNITY.

I AM BLACK AND I AM PROUD.

The “I AM” statements get lost in the air when the white people try to say the color of the skin doesn't mean anything.

Do you get shot for having beautiful melanin skin?

Have you ever witnessed someone dying, because they were “too black”?
Have you ever been denied an opportunity because you are a minority of a majority?

Have you ever experienced racism first hand?

Do not try to justify our pain with your privilege.

We work for our opportunities, while it is handed to you.

We are Black, and get killed for the color of our skin.

We are Black and go to jail for being innocent.

Yet, the white man walks out alive after he kills a black innocent person. 

Everyone gives him a cookie, while they are calling our brother or sister a murderer.

How does the color of our skin, make us an accessory to our own murder?

OUR LIVES DO MATTER

We demand justice.

We will get justice