[Poetry Submission] Being Black X DeMario Thompkins

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Being Black…
Is being in the dark forever but recognizing the light.
Being black is being alive and living life,
And yet..
Remember the chains and whips?
That was our burden while we slaved hard
Now today we chase these things so much
It’s become the biggest reason our mothers visit a graveyard
We should be enriching our spirit
That’s what we’re after
Divided, leaving us in debate, then they imitate
Our styles and habits
Knowledge is power, but to them us with knowledge is a hazard
Being black isn’t just feeling alive
It means Black lives matter.
Yet likely to be put in a cell again because of the presence of melanin
They create old gods and angels, while the youth only see the hell we in.
Labels : champions, teacher, also gang affiliated
Being black is life giving us oranges but seriously for some we’ve only Minute Maid it
Rise black people become aware of your higher being
Staying humble even though they ignoring ya
It’s to be kidnapped into a concrete jungle
And still be recognized as a warrior
Being Black isn’t just raising two liters
Instead it’s raising children that are true leaders
And our struggles for justice ain’t new either
If you scared of active change,get back!
But if you’re black and proud
Stand & clap.
This is being black.

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