hold up..
lets take a minute
& look back.
from all the pain & suffering 2015 had brought us
killing us bit by bit
shit, they told me what doesnt kill you makes you stonger
with the hope Kendrick gave us
we gone be alright for a little bit longer
what i learn in 2015
is they won't let us be black
they'll give white woman our features
& steal our music
but yet..
they think of us as animals..
what i learn in 2015
is that a hot ass beat
makes you the realest rapper
& the ones with a message are slept on J Cole
they said stand up for what's right
na what they mean is beat down the powerless
powerless as in african americans or anyone different from them ; Sandra Bland
they said love your skin
but tries to make us lighter
can a brother walk in the streets without being suspected for a criminal ; Trayvon Martin
can we stop killing off our own kind ; Donovan
& love who we are
respecting our brothers & sisters
not let society control the intellectual capabilities we have; Raven Symoné
we settle for change but sit around & create hashtags
..we no longer can sit.
are you ready to fight for out ancestors?
...are you ready for 2016?
YOU ARE READING
W.W.III
Poetrydedicated to B'aisha Bland, Clinkie & the brothers & sisters we lost this year ❤️
