We are a proud people
Years progressed from the hardest of times
History glorified, often fragmented,
celebrated, but not allocated true recognition.
Made infamous for ignorance
lacking the embodiment of a true essence
Hardships fought by ancestors
but we would rather let society sequester
Education and advancement
Too enthralled with garments and dance
instead of loving each other for intelligence,
relevant viewpoints, or political stances.
Seemingly crippled by unavoidable violence
As another teen falls your senses are blinded by sirens.
Do you hear that?
The gunshots, the poverty. Do you feel that?
Senses abused and misused as I am mortified by
the scarcity of faith and hope.
Consumed by small-mindedness…
“They either ball, rap, or move that dope.”
Only a fool would ever idolize these jesters.
I am insulted.
Loathing the eyes which portray this view:
All aforementioned specimens look just like you
The voices that dare aspire to inspire
are too faint & oft times, unheard.