Hate
Sometimes feels like it should be our fate.
In a a country among the greatest of nations
We refuse to have the simplest of conversations
We fight and shot all the time
While those in charge are sitting too high.
Our bullets screams and tears can't reach them
Because they hold the keys and know we will bend.
Bend to feed our families
And bend to protect those little faces.
Faces that just want to play
But the old teach them what to say.
Breeding value into color
Ruining everyone's summer
Kids can't play together
Because we've taught them to think about who is better.
Laughs never get to touch the air
Smiles never get to be born
But we've guaranteed they will be torn
Over something people who are dead have sworn.
Beliefs that mean nothing now
While we shout "get in the car now!"
Ripping them from a new Black friend
Ripping them from a new Asian Friend
Ripping them from a new Middle Eastern Friend
Ripping them from a new White friend
That rip in their minds will never end.
Who do we feed when we hate
Who do we feed when we shoot
Who do we feed when we stab
Who do we feed when we kick
Kill the stories
Kill the lessons
Kill the ripping
Open their minds
Open their hands
Open their eyes
Give them the power that was already theirs waiting for them
Watch the beauty that will happen, if we all forgot color.
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