‘AllHumanLivesMAtters.’

Dedicated to the two New York Cops Murdered on Saturday, December 20, 2014.

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Let me tell you a story about how #Allhumanlivesmatters.

When you murder anyone,

You are murdering his/her family.

You are murdering that person’s could have been future.

You are murdering the community’s pulse.

You are putting a toe tag on that could have been innovations of humanity.

How many of us have cops in our families?

How many of us calls that cop our son?

How many of us calls that cop our daughter?

How many of us calls that cop our husband?

How many of us calls that cop our wife?

How many of us calls that cop our neighbor?

 

I believe that #Whitelivesmatters.

I believe that #Blacklivesmatters.

I believe that #Hispaniclivesmatters.

I actually believe that #AllHumanlivesmatters.

You don’t get to murder someone because you think

you have the right to do so.

When you murder someone, you are actually murdering your SOUL.

We are ONE SOUL after all.

There is no justification for murdering anyone.

There is no justification for murdering anyone.

You see race and economic status are just control constructs to divide people against each other.

If only DNA was judge and jury, then we would discover that all of us are ONE people.

I believe RACISM is alive and well.

RACISM is alive and well because of ignorance.

When you teach your kids to look negatively at others differences,

You create a culture of bullying.

When you believe you are better than someone, you start to

act in such a way; that puts a question mark on Humanity’s

SOUL.

OUR CHILDREN ARE WATCHING US EACH AND EVERY DAY.

We must teach them that #AllHumanlivesmatters.

Truthfully, if all this murdering continues;

Then there won’t be a human race.

Only a skull somewhere in the future, with worms and dirt lying in a forgotten jungle.

Change our HUMAN narrative.

Remember #AllHumanLivesMatters

 

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‘When God Finally Came to Me!’

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The Sun wrote my shine!

Its soul permeates through to

the cells of my TEMPLE ME.

Then I raised my arms up

to you, Father God!

For my faith’s  knowing announced, ‘You’re Here!’

Excited was I

Of another grand SURPRISE;

That releasing miracle smile of another Sunrise.

To wake up again in

the theater of your Wise.

For this day, still unknown

to me  is the EPICENTER of my

Moment’s unfolding Destinies.

 

 

 

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‘Holding this Six Feet Dirt Nap Down.’

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With the Eyes of a Child Do I Now See

The always bleak realities.

My mother the evening news told me.

That only death and poverty awaits me.

She told me to hide away my smiles of FREE!

Told me that my dark skin was very ugly.

I cried many tears of journeyed sads.

Father streets told me daily to sell that dope or its going be my ASS!

What was I to do?

How do I respond to these everyday truths?

There are no people on television like me.

Maybe, one or two Brothas and Sistas in an all white show.

This racist reality is what I live every day though.

Maybe, if I get locked up again,

With Jim and Jazz.

I’ll be starring in an African American ensemble cast.

If you want to find basically 12 percent of African American Men.

Then commit a crime.

That will get you incarcerated…

ALL THE TIME!

Robbed Ms.Tillman a few moments ago.

That old lady basically raised me though.

Used to be my babysitter though.

I felt no pain about robbing her ass though.

She broke her hip trying to hold on to her purse though.

I kicked her in her leg though.

I needed that $50.00 more than she did you know.

She will probably be okay though.

All my friends in these streets do the same thing though.

I got to buy that weed and fuck these hoes!

Never had a real father or mother though.

Religious folks always tell me I am a bad seed and have no value though.

Ms. Church told me that I don’t even have a real SOUL!

These uppity people make me feel low though!

Judging me up and down like they God though!

I don’t believe in God no more.

That nigga took away my heart…

I mean my granny though.

No one gives a fuck about me though.

Prison life or death row.

Seems to be my fate though.

I don’t care about me no more yo!

Remember, they said I have no Soul.

About to go out there and stick up, Ms. Church?

And take her out though.

Funny bitch laughing at me every day though.

Gonna take your life right now!

Pulling out my knife right now.

Stabbing her right through the heart right now!

Just killed that bitch right now!

Feeling real good right now!

‘What the fuck just hit me from behind?’

Fucking cops just shot me down.

As they shot me through the heart!

There were no more second chances for me or new starts.

Mother News told the truth about me.

That no one really wants me.

Wish I could have gotten a hug from the TV.

My poor ass just got dead.

All my breaths pouring out finally.

One more black kid dead on these streets.

Gonna get a toe tag noose on my big toe.

I was lynched by my mentality’s foes.

Can’t say I didn’t know?

Into the ground my future goes.

These streets has no soul.

The end.

The grave gives me no hope.

Dropping the soap of six feet deep no hope.

Now buried.

No more me to ever see.

Wait a minute! I can hear the evening news reporting another Brother killed lately.

It is fucked up how in death I get more recognition.

To be that next statistic.

Maybe, you’ll make it and someone will hug and fix it.

Fix the pain before you face the same foolish fate as me.

If only someone had hugged me down.

And told me that I was brilliant and profound.

Maybe, I wouldn’t be holding this six feet dirt nap down.

Oh shit! God don’t leave me NOW!

My story is over NOW!

 

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‘I AM A STRONG BLACK MAN.’

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This is my look.
A well dressed hook.
Pay attention America to
this Strong Black brother.
Here to tell each and every one of you to love one another.
A gift from my Moms.
This is the soldier.
That battlefield version of me.
That Devoted Father version of me.
Attention!!!!
Got Strong Brotha swag.
A swagger that taps into the roots of my family and community.
I believe that Strong Black men are not urban myths.
Can’t you see me right here?
I am….
A strong Black man.
I exist.
My struggles,
My wounds,
My failures and
My successes.
Moments of me that has brought my Soul this far.
I am the journey.
I am the Hope of the American Negro Slave.
I am a strong,
Brotha on his way.
To making this world for my babies a better place.

 

 

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