All lives matter right?
It doesn’t matter if you’re black or white?
But please explain to me why
There’s nobody on our sidelines
When we disappear
When we are killed
We are blamed for the whole deal
Claims that what we did was steal
So they sent a whole field
of bad cops to “settle” things Continue reading “Missing by A.B.”
Darling,
Don’t detest downers deviating from drowning.
I am not a damsel in distress.
I am dubious,
doubting despair and darkness.
Don’t worry,
I desire greatness not delight.
People daring to drag me down the depths of depression,
but I am a diamond desperate to be discovered.
Dugout from the domineering people around me,
the distress is distinct,
disturbed,
and in disarray.
Whenever I’m around you I remember how butterflies feel like. Whenever I’m around you everyone else around me becomes irrelevant because you’re the only person that matters to me. I’ve fallen in live you with and it hurts. It hurts because you will never know. To you, I’m just a regular person that doesn’t mean anything to you. But to me you’re everything. This pain that I feel every day all day makes me want to just cry all day. The thought of you not being with me causes my anxiety to go sky high. I’m in love with you and you will never know. You’ll never know how much I care about you and how much I hate it when people talk badly about you. It makes me want to hurt them, I would bend over backward for you. I don’t exist in your world but I want to. Continue reading “Notice me”
Peering down are the eyes of hate, equality obsolete
Tired of taking commands unwillingly
Women’s purity seized, the evil of man
Negroes put on the market like houses
All in the darkness led by slavery
Defined by one’s skin
Waking up as property
Tilling the land from dawn ‘til nightfall
Severely chastised
And lynched.
Who to change this?
Where to start?
How?
The possible outcome?
For what reasons? Continue reading “The Unfinished Journey”
It’s sad to realize
That your whole life might have been a lie
Because people want to hide
Your true identity and deny
Your ancestry
Like, where am I from
I’ve been raised on kingdom come
But all that I’ve done
Is question how things are run
For instance, how we got here
We were not immigrants
We are the remnants
Of those who survived captivement
Taken from their land, entrapment
On the “land of the free”
Forced to believe in another history
Taken away and forced into slavery
Discrimination was born
And we have worn
The scars of the past and mourn
Those who fought for change
And died
No
They were slain
The chain of history has locked the truth away
Pay attention when I say
That history is a false story so that we may
Believe that things had to go this way
And black people had to pay
All those who were different had no say
In their life
Take a moment to educate yourself
Because history as you know it isn’t completely true
They’re trying to brainwash you
Into being another human being
Understand that this is true
By playing into their hands
You’ve already given them the chance
To dance on your grave
Because now you are a slave in history
A.B. 03/17/17
Everything was silent.
My leaves rustled in the breeze.
Things have been changing lately.
The man who came into this hidden clearing every so often had been different. His visits were more frequent, and he was no longer just sitting and thinking, no longer just coming to this place to allow himself to breathe. When he came – which was nearly every day – he came in rage, grief, fear. I was not sure what was causing him to enter this secret place and weep and tear the limbs of my brothers to pieces. But he came. He exploded. He let out every emotion that had been building up inside of him. And then he left. Continue reading “to me”
We all are familiar with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, stating that he wishes for equality among all citizens in America, and that has partially come true with the ending of segregation and voting rights for African Americans. Like him, I too have wanted the best for everybody; however, instead of a dream, I have a vision of the future that I know will come true one day with the help of this generation and younger generations Continue reading “I Don’t Have a Dream; I Have a Vision by Asianna Brown”
“War”
I am a female
And let me tell you a tale
About society
In reality
We like to believe
That because of our gender
We must be tender and not tough
Females can’t be rough
Or else we’re not viewed in such
A manner men call beautiful
Men think we must follow the rule
Of fragility
While they have durability
But this mindset creates a disability
And a war between the sexes Continue reading “War”
Pegasus 