African America

African America,
I weep.
I weep at the pain of my people;
I weep at how much you’ve endured to be comfortable;
In suffering.
Systematically bound unequal;
Mentally prostrated to be children and lost sheep,
Discarded to deletion…
Phasing to obsoletetion…..
Killed to be killing in the streets.
Potato chip bags and bullets shells in your gutters,
Following flowing blood into the sewage.
Fires and Black smoke ignite misguided passions.
What happened?
A question with no answers but wars of ideas.
There’s no love here anymore.
And tears fill the vision,
For African America.



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