This is just a poem...
It can’t unite the home
Bring back the brother
Bring back the sister
Bring back the father or the mother
Or any other who fostered care
Dared to dry tears that cry
Or fill up candlelit sky until every wax side runs dry
It can’t cheat death
Or give black a last breath
This is just a poem
It can’t cure cancer
Or heart disease
Or sickle Cell
Or HIV
Or AIDS
It can’t save the children
Who gave there lives
For driveby gunplay
But for real
Or remind us that
Our children are still starving
Our children are still being born addicted
Sexually used
Physically, mentally, educationally abused
Our children are still missing
And I believe wishing and praying to simply be loved….
But this is just a poem
It can’t right the wrongs
Of forefathers songs
It was not written to fantasize
About how **** good it is to be alive
See, that would be a Lie!
Besides, this is just a poem
It is not to preach about how revolution
Has become my ally cry
It wasn’t written to lift high my cultural heritage
Yeah, I got some Black Pride
How good it is to be Black again
After being African American
After being negro or ****** or enslaved
Or make me debate over who’s wrong
Or who’s right
Or how tight this gonna sound on somebody's mic…..
This is just a poem…
It was not written to honor the lives lost
In a world trade
For we can’t ignore war costs
And Bush brigades
Have paved a way to ponder on this destructive state
What has become of our nation
From political prostitution
To the rhetoric pollution
On our media stations
This is just a poem
It can’t make you
Light candles for each day
For the sons and daughters
Who lay in eternal sleep
It can’t make you dry the tears cried
From the families eyes who still weep
Mourning life so young
Already done before a lifetime
How can you define what God knows
How the fallen soul does hurt so
It can’t March for what is right
It can’t fight off what is wrong
It can’t stand
Holding hands strong
Enough to challenge City Halls
Protest against White Houses
Demonstrate no tolerance on our Community streets
It can’t meet the demands
Of
Yellow
Blue
Purple
Pink
Red
Strands
Of ribbons
Tied bow tight
Lest we might lose another souldier
In this war we fight against each other
Nation against nation…
Brother against brother…
This is just a poem…
It can’t change the world
Rid violence, drugs, death from or streets
It can’t end hunger
It can’t destroy greed
It can’t heal the injustices
It can’t take away grief
It can’t erase prejudice
It can’t give you peace
It can’t heal the hurt from the past
So we can move on….
Strong It can’t make you the man or woman
Who practices what you preach
Make you colorblind
Remove racial slurs from your speech
It can’t over turn budget cuts
Or tear down prison walls
To build schools that will empower our children
Decrease the number housed in juvenile halls
Because this is just a poem
And poems are just words
Hearing them spoken
May be evoking a first or last nerve
And poems are just written words that sit
People decide what ever the cause
What to do about it
So, I ask all of y’all
This is just a poem
And it’s doing what it does
And I believe in children’s wishes
So, I’m praying simply for us to learn to love…
This is just a poem
I wrote it
To set a tone
It’s done all
It was created too
The bigger question
Exactly, is what are you going to do?
Now….
Or is this just a poem?
It can’t unite the home
Bring back the brother
Bring back the sister
Bring back the father or the mother
Or any other who fostered care
Dared to dry tears that cry
Or fill up candlelit sky until every wax side runs dry
It can’t cheat death
Or give black a last breath
This is just a poem
It can’t cure cancer
Or heart disease
Or sickle Cell
Or HIV
Or AIDS
It can’t save the children
Who gave there lives
For driveby gunplay
But for real
Or remind us that
Our children are still starving
Our children are still being born addicted
Sexually used
Physically, mentally, educationally abused
Our children are still missing
And I believe wishing and praying to simply be loved….
But this is just a poem
It can’t right the wrongs
Of forefathers songs
It was not written to fantasize
About how **** good it is to be alive
See, that would be a Lie!
Besides, this is just a poem
It is not to preach about how revolution
Has become my ally cry
It wasn’t written to lift high my cultural heritage
Yeah, I got some Black Pride
How good it is to be Black again
After being African American
After being negro or ****** or enslaved
Or make me debate over who’s wrong
Or who’s right
Or how tight this gonna sound on somebody's mic…..
This is just a poem…
It was not written to honor the lives lost
In a world trade
For we can’t ignore war costs
And Bush brigades
Have paved a way to ponder on this destructive state
What has become of our nation
From political prostitution
To the rhetoric pollution
On our media stations
This is just a poem
It can’t make you
Light candles for each day
For the sons and daughters
Who lay in eternal sleep
It can’t make you dry the tears cried
From the families eyes who still weep
Mourning life so young
Already done before a lifetime
How can you define what God knows
How the fallen soul does hurt so
It can’t March for what is right
It can’t fight off what is wrong
It can’t stand
Holding hands strong
Enough to challenge City Halls
Protest against White Houses
Demonstrate no tolerance on our Community streets
It can’t meet the demands
Of
Yellow
Blue
Purple
Pink
Red
Strands
Of ribbons
Tied bow tight
Lest we might lose another souldier
In this war we fight against each other
Nation against nation…
Brother against brother…
This is just a poem…
It can’t change the world
Rid violence, drugs, death from or streets
It can’t end hunger
It can’t destroy greed
It can’t heal the injustices
It can’t take away grief
It can’t erase prejudice
It can’t give you peace
It can’t heal the hurt from the past
So we can move on….
Strong It can’t make you the man or woman
Who practices what you preach
Make you colorblind
Remove racial slurs from your speech
It can’t over turn budget cuts
Or tear down prison walls
To build schools that will empower our children
Decrease the number housed in juvenile halls
Because this is just a poem
And poems are just words
Hearing them spoken
May be evoking a first or last nerve
And poems are just written words that sit
People decide what ever the cause
What to do about it
So, I ask all of y’all
This is just a poem
And it’s doing what it does
And I believe in children’s wishes
So, I’m praying simply for us to learn to love…
This is just a poem
I wrote it
To set a tone
It’s done all
It was created too
The bigger question
Exactly, is what are you going to do?
Now….
Or is this just a poem?
You got my props poet
